Saturday, 19 May 2018

High....

Let's take a cab to some old,  rustic, country pub;
And request them to serve us vintage red wine;
While we sit there for an hour or may be two.
Talking about your childhood, cracking unsophisticated jokes,
And trying to know what makes you fall for a girl;
What is it that makes her indelible.
So that next time again when we meet we both return home high on each other.

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