You And Me

You And Me short poem

Photo by Carmela Nava


Let this moment stand still
It belongs to you and me
I want to live in this moment

Let me get lost in you
You are one in a few
We will search for each other
Within ourselves.

I will meet you
On the roads of your heart.

My heart sings for you
You are like the morning dew.
My mind gets a tune so new
Everytime I see you.

Whenever I close my eyes
I see you.
Day and night I keep on smiling
Only thinking about you.

Let us get lost in ourselves
Once again,
I will find you in myself
You will find me in yourself.

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Shounak Paul

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I am an engineer but a bit different. I dont see the world as it is. I love to travel, paint, click photos. I am a working professional but i also try to find time out of my busy life to write down my feelings as poems or stories.
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