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Wednesday, 4 February 2009


Blown away was the cloud so blue
High the skies birds flew

Essence of roses fills the heart with glee
Trot of the horses & farms so dreary

Brisk was the blot of this ink
Dusk setting in with the dawn so pink

Flaming was the sun above my head
Freezing was the moon as we wallowed ahead

The Blue Screen staring straight in our face
Wine & Dine soothes the soul with grace

Follow the mind and heart so sweet
Hope we stare & return home still Unbeat.

Ajay Padattil

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