Beckoning

Albeit the gesture of my hand,


Falls short to reach you at the moment,


My heart’s heart does know,


You are a priceless bestowment!


 

As the grains of sand,


Cuddle the moonlight with care,


I hold your matchless memories,


In a bank called heart so rare!


 

The heart of mine keeps beckoning you,

 

And lets me have a fresh deja vu!

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