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in love dusk
He left a message on the road
Between two flowers…under a stone
“tell me if you’re alone”
It held those words to a girl
No signature no name
Just those few words
“tell if you’re alone”
The girl held the paper for long
She gazed at every letter..at every word
She knew that he was in love
By the way he wrote those words
A night passed long
The morning came slow
A new message was found
That said:
Meet me at dusk
Were names are written on rock
Were all come in black
To cry on the green gray grass
That night she wore her best
Then went to the dark place
Fog was everywhere
She barely saw the gray grass beneath her feet
She stood there … beside a rock …
A cold breeze touched her face..
It moved her hair on the rhythm of air
Then suddenly she was touched
From unknown one..by worm hands…from the back
She tried back then to remain calm..
“you’re cold “A voice spoke
Then put on a jacket so she would worm
She heard a breath near her ear
The voice spoke whispering:
“I must be stone-blinded
Not to notice how beautiful you are today
But still its true for me to say
How foolish you were this day
To accept a note and do what it says…
She shivered at those words
Her heart was now raised to her thought
She wasn’t sure at all
Maybe she just miss guessed the guy she have just met
Her breath turned to crispy weight freeze
As stannic thoughts started circling in her head
“Are you that desperate for me?
OH! Raping you would be such a relief!!!”
He drew a line on her cheek
With a rather unsharpened stick
“Can you stop this please !!”
“I love you girl “
He whispered in her ear
Then he showed the other end of the stick
A soft thing touched her cheek
As she recognized that it was a red rose
She turned to face him
Not expecting her fate to change
A love traveler from her history had just came
He expected then a hug, a kiss
But not a slap from a girl he’s in love with
“You freaked me out to death!”
She said with anger in her voice
“I knew you’d now it is me… but it seems
That you left me on the road of history”
He looked at her in disappointing pain
“No …. I didn’t; I just…..”She lost her control of words
Moments of silence have cut their talk
They looked at each other for long
Each one gazed at the other in pain
It somehow seemed..
That their eyes did the talk
As each one stared in pain
As if someone was cutting there vain
She held his hand
“I think… I feel… that am in love.”
She got closer with every breath
Till they stood face to face …
No more than an inch was left
‘say it again”
She could feel his warm breath
She looked at him with hope and faith
As he touched her face
“I love you till my last breath”
It happened before sunrise
Before summer start
At the wide grave yard
At a dark place …
A love story was made
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