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Oct 11, 2008



I can hear my name in your silent whispers,

I am dissolved in your smiles n tears........
Evening brings crimson hues and pleasant drizzle
that drench me ........
I see a crescent moon but not alone
I am accompanied by your fragrant memories.....................

1 comment:

  1. Memories..... Wow what a nice word. Sometimes, something stand at Memory level only.

    Nice Poem.

    Your Uncle

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