Sunday, 4 January 2015

A Night At The Airport Parking Lot

The days are fleeing fast, my friends

The days are fleeing fast
And tomorrow comes rushing to today
And fades away into the shadowed past.
But friends endure when the words fail
And the sky and earth go blind
Though Time and Space will not wait
Moments of happiness we may find.
Through dreams, which last through the hours
And the days that come anew
We can see the present in the future
And I'm glad to have sat with you.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2015


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