Scribbles


There is a time
When The words dry out
All we can feel are little details
Which we never bothered to put into words till now
But these are not mere meanderings on a piece of paper

Coz People they may come and people they may go,but not always forgotten
And even when the levee breaks you will all have a place to go
Into my hearts and into my souls, into a safe home far away from storms!

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