The spell of december

20Dec09

The uninspired life have already brought a conclusion as it’s the december, the spell of december. A hopeless graybeard is peering at his wife’s grave. His heart beat is racing instead of the cold ambience that’s setting around him, all ready to suck the little life out of the living. On the tomb stone, there he read that inscription and with those teardrops sliding down his cheek, he gave a smirk to the harsh surrounding as he read the song that they used to share
“Love me less
But love me long ” ..!!**

P.S :-  Totally inspired from one of my ally’s compositions ..!!**

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