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String of Love

The crimson sky will depart
As the dreamy moon shall glow
In its soft and sensuous freedom.
Under the starry sky ,
Where the oyster shells reflect
Feeble white hopes ,
I will write you one letter
With no destination .
I know you will read it
At once.

When did we ever need
a nylon to show
We are threaded ?

SoUmY@

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Usha Pisharody said…
Just love this one, for the unspoken assurance and the deep deep feelings it evokes!
August 29, 2008 11:00 PM
Rukhiya said…
The crimson sky will depart
As the dreamy moon shall glow
In its soft and sensuous freedom.
Under the starry sky ,
Where the oyster shells reflect
Feeble white hopes

How beautifully picturesque can you get with words! This is one example of the finest painting in words, as much as the conveying of the emotion.
September 08, 2008 12:58 AM
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