Of Strangers And Love Huts....
when we were strangers
i think we were more interested with each other
too much familiarity you must know
breeds contempt and
we forget the first laughter inside the bus
when we were heading for that love hut
inside the love hut when the lights were turned off
we imagine ourselves singing those old love songs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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