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in love dusk
He left a message on the road 
 Between two flowers…under a stone
 “tell me if you’re alone”
 
 It held those words to a girl
 No signature no name 
 Just those few words
 “tell if you’re alone”
 
 The girl held the paper for long 
 She gazed at every letter..at every word
 She knew that he was in love 
 By the way he wrote those words
 
 A night passed long 
 The morning came slow
 A new message was found
 That said:
 Meet me at dusk 
 Were names are written on rock
 Were all come in black
 To cry on the green gray grass
 
 That night she wore her best
 Then went to the dark place
  Fog was everywhere
 She barely saw the gray grass beneath her feet
 She stood there … beside a rock …
 A cold breeze touched her face..
 It moved her hair on the rhythm of air
 Then suddenly she was touched
 From unknown one..by worm hands…from the back
 She tried back then to remain calm..
 “you’re cold “A voice spoke
 Then put on a jacket so she would worm
 She heard a breath near her ear
 The voice spoke whispering:
 “I must be stone-blinded
 Not to notice how beautiful you are today
 But still its true for me to say
 How foolish you were this day
 To accept a note and do what it says…
 
 She shivered at those words
 Her heart was now raised to her thought
 She wasn’t sure at all
 Maybe she just miss guessed the guy she have just met
 Her breath turned to crispy weight freeze
 As stannic thoughts started circling in her head
 
 “Are you that desperate for me?
 OH! Raping you would be such a relief!!!”
 
 He drew a line on her cheek
 With a rather unsharpened stick
 “Can you stop this please !!”
 
 “I love you girl “
 He whispered in her ear
 Then he showed the other end of the stick
 A soft thing  touched her cheek
 As  she recognized that it was a red rose
 
 She turned to face him
 Not expecting her fate to change
 A love traveler from her history had just came 
 He expected then a hug, a kiss
 But not a slap from a girl he’s in love with
 
 “You freaked me out to death!”
 She said with anger in her voice
 “I knew you’d now it is me… but it seems
 That you left me on the road of history”
 He looked at her in disappointing pain
 “No …. I didn’t; I just…..”She lost her control of words
 Moments of silence have cut their talk
 They looked at each other for long
 Each one gazed at the other in pain
 It somehow seemed..
 That their eyes did the talk
 As each one stared in pain
 As if someone was cutting there vain
 
 She held his hand
 “I think… I feel… that am in love.”
 She got closer with every breath
 Till they stood face to face …
 No more than an inch was left
 ‘say it again”
 She could feel his warm breath
 She looked at him with hope and faith
 As he touched her face
 “I love you till my last breath”
 
 It happened before sunrise
 
 
 
 
  Before summer start
 
 
 
 
     At the wide grave yard
 At a dark place …
 A love story was made

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like that a lot u no me
i am happy that you r treing the best
to get your dream come true
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