I miss your rippled smiles,
that reflect the setting sun,
in interplay to the dusk and the dawn.
I miss our little arguments,
where the authentic taste,
Related story
Know your inner self
of every religion is embodied.
I miss your double-layered glares,
purple dreams on one side,
green hope on the other,
and the way you change,
the sides frequently.
And I miss your desiccated lips,
that open up to something else,
when I hold you in my arms.
Where are you now?
