A long time ago,we had walked along these shores.We played in its sands, without fear and doubt. Young we were, we enjoyed without guilt.We've grown up into men who promise to keep in touch.We never mean when we say that, it is just courtesy.
We stands at the shores and look back at those trails.They have grown big as we walked.Now we cannot stay together anymore.We have our own ships to sail, own seas to explore.
Note: This was a year ago at Bese beach.Camera clicked in my hands.
4 comments:
the sand of time.. every grain tells a story..
i have a similar one too da... the one we took on our meeting at marina just before everyone left on their ways...
just got around to reading all these posts...saying you will keep in touch doesn't have to be just common courtesy...you guys don't have to be in touch daily, but you are in touch enough to continue being close...at least as far as I can see...[thanks to orkut and GTalk!]
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