#124 The Terrace...

Those endless nights

on the terrace wall,

sound of the cold breeze

and the waterfall..

Indie music and

some flute in the distance

hitting just the right notes

a vibe that had it all..

I remember asking her

if we can stop this time,

she sighed looking at me

and held my hand tight..

We stayed there entangled

like it was home for us,

I still wish we could freeze the moment

or revisit again at every dusk..