Her Solitude Dreams

He walks next to me, on endless path,

Making no sound, tracing the shadow in front,

He was by my side, in that minute,

He appeared afar, in the next minute,

He runs like the false-pixel that eludes the vision,

He being one shore, and me being the other shore,

In between gushes the river of solitude dreams.

Oh, my moon, Come again tomorrow, Today my man is not here,

I knew, he is not gonna come back tomorrow, but I have his moments,

That moments are harmony with him.

Almost, the highest bliss of a girls thoughts.

Though, she will gladly trace the past scenes.