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Love
Love is indeed treacherous…
How I mistook your longing for him to mine.
Sorry.
But I am happy..that you retraced his footsteps…
I am just a passing wind..who wanders
And leaves no footsteps..no scent to follow.
The rhythms we played together were indeed great. But forget me. For I just played the role of an invalid.
Though somewhere in the corner a sad melody is echoing.
I will only smile..because you are so
Precious, I can't let a shadow of regret reach you.
Farewell will be a requiem for what we shared..so let's meet again..in some other world..at some other time..

My best buddy