Paurakh Shrestha

(1996/aug/27 / kathmandu, nepal)

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A Message to My Love


Oh how can I forget the times spent with you,
Oh how can I forget to breathe,
Oh how can I resist watching you,
Oh how can I resist to see,
Oh how can I stop dreaming of you,
Until I stop to sleep,

And it is impossible for me not to love you,
As it is impossible for love not to be,

Submitted: Friday, July 29, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 29, 2011

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