Lost notes – 1

No need to power the rumour mill

The secret died with the first indiscreet glancing

A special smile that pierces through the clouds in my head

Is the square meal that the beggar dreams of


When the day ends and you look at the climb back home

You know that I will always carry you in my heart

When the sighing that indicates the start of another dreary day escapes

You know I’ll whisper your name

Whenever we say goodbye after our seldom happening outings

You know I’ll always be waiting to see you again

Cue me, Jimi.

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