He played with the sands
And scooped up the seashells
I smiled at his naivete
And brushed the gravel off his shoulders.

His arms against mine
Is soothing and sweet
Beyond love there is nothing
But for love we meet

Many years from now
When his picture has faded
from my memory's list
I'll preserve the golden smoulders...

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Texte: Meghnaa Sonkar
Bildmaterialien: Meghnaa Sonkar
Lektorat: Meghnaa Sonkar
Übersetzung: Meghnaa Sonkar
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.03.2013

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