You live down my memory Lane,
Too often I go for walk there
and the world calls me mad;
Darling thats not fair.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Moonlit Sky
Poetry"Whenever it rained ☔ I wrote poems about her And I'm not even a poet ."
Memory Lane
You live down my memory Lane,
Too often I go for walk there
and the world calls me mad;
Darling thats not fair.
