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Isn't it so ?..


Breathlessly I
Stand my ground

And

like dreams hushed up
YoU DaNcE
A
.n
..d

I catch myself in the same tune.
(A reverie that
Seals us into{one},

SUMmation of sentiments
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+
Deep feelings,
Abundance in joy
All tending &
Merging
& fulfilling its tangibility
Into That special
One,

When every day is a FULL moon ()
Every moment is so special..

And when confession is so obvious
THAT you almost forget
To say what...
And what not...

In that moment
none of us ARGUE
Why should we
Fill and refill exact words,
when We realize
you and I are just

A
R O
L!o!v!e!
U N
D






SoUmY@

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Rukhiya said…
An eerie Deja Vu :)
April 15, 2008 4:25 AM
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