I was waiting
In the dusty hot crazy city
Longing to hours to pass
Gazing at the rusty hands of the clock
The eyes
blue and inviting
But ?
To whom I was not sure
But unforgettable blue eyes that I could not resists.
At last!
She was there.
My heart was pounding
I could not believe it.
She came!
Alas, Like the wind in the summer.
With someone else.
About the Creator
Dinesha Perera
I am a poet who is interested in in-depth feelings of the humanity.
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