On a Sunday evening <br />An idle corner <br />Filled by you and me <br />Tears happen for no reason <br />Don't they, I said as a preamble <br /> <br />You, busy with the evening sky <br />And its colors... <br /> <br />O, yes, they do <br />I said answering my own question <br />And began to laugh... <br /> <br />Tears rolled down my cheeks <br />Etching my visage!<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-you-and-me-viii/
