..Till we meet again

 Everyday we meet new people; at work, with friends, in public places and even at the grocery shop.
People come to our lives and others leave.
Some are just like shadows and others effect deeply our life.
Some are just passengers and others are there for a reason.
Some we like and some dislike.
Sometimes simple circumstance can take a person from us, and give us someone else.
I always thought having someone in our life for long period makes him important to us..but no.
One person you met once for one hour can shake all ur world can leave you hanged by his memory waiting with patience the next time to meet him...

The corner shop

They may seem words on papers, letters left in time but their value differs with states of mind.

At the end of the street, on the left corner, an antiques shop standing in the darkness and cold of winter. Words, letters  and pictures hanged on the walls, thoughts falling from the ceiling, butterflies flying on  shelves of books telling stories.
Everything was melting in Dune perfume. Vintage Dune.
Alone, an old man, sitting right in the centre of the shop staring to a photo between his wrinkled hands. A brunette with long dark hair and a cowboy hat, dark glasses and a black shirt. A dark picture but shining with her smile. In his loneliness, a smile reflection refreshes the depth of his heart and takes him to a world where he escapes with her to places where passion explodes and love resides.

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