Hands caressing the
your supple self
warm air in-between
the solitude
the comfort
Hair blinding the
forgotten me
a moment lost
in time and from
memory
Holy thoughts like
never said before
a grant a wish
only to disappear
like a whisper
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hi there vivek,
lingered on your blog for sometime and must tell you its a lovely place to be, lovely pictures and all that...the poems however i will take some time to really get to the depth of...
utakecare,
aditi.
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