Fragmented Thoughts (7) – Nikitha Nair(it rains in my heart)

An eternity waits for you.An eternity waits for me.It won’t be long before we meeteach other. River beds go dry.River beds go dry,sparrows swallow seeds,the pots are broken,and will never be filled.But the eternity waits for us.A second, an hour walks slow,taunting me,but holding,holding a promise of tomorrow,a promise of you. –Nikitha Nair