Under the moonlit half crescent,
The sky as clean as the spring,
With stars twinkling like diamonds,
Like small eyes gazing.
There, the friends sat,
Up on the roof, under the night sky,
Laughing and enjoying,
With a peg in each hand contemplating.
As time goes by,
The addiction goes up,
Nothing in this world seems real,
With everything in a spell.
Time freezes,
And the moment becomes one to cherish,
With happiness giving way
Ecstasy turns into fantasy.
The sky as clean as the spring,
With stars twinkling like diamonds,
Like small eyes gazing.
There, the friends sat,
Up on the roof, under the night sky,
Laughing and enjoying,
With a peg in each hand contemplating.
As time goes by,
The addiction goes up,
Nothing in this world seems real,
With everything in a spell.
Time freezes,
And the moment becomes one to cherish,
With happiness giving way
Ecstasy turns into fantasy.
This was written on the roof???
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Awesome... as usual
hmm...reminds me of the time when coll was abt to end..though ner sat with a peg with friends.. :D
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