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Gentle breeze...



Gentle breeze blows
Her laughter rings
through the room.
the candle struggles
to survive.
His heart melts..

He holds her arms
and her eyes light up.
pillows lie strewn on
the floor,sheets lie
rumpled.

Gentle breeze blows
outside.Gentle kisses
bring forth smiles.
Gently he takes her
inside.

In the dark,fingers
entwine.Two shadows
become one.Gentle
breeze blows.The candle has
ceased to survive.
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  1. Amandeep Singh25 July 2007 at 23:44

    .Two shadows
    become one.Gentle
    breeze blows


    nicely written

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  2. Irony26 July 2007 at 20:06

    Expression quotient is quite high.....

    Shadows don't lie.....amen

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  3. ioio26 July 2007 at 23:08

    what can I say other than you need to be published.

    this one is so honest and gentle...like love.
    you're the best.

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  4. bugs.honey and some27 July 2007 at 01:02

    wow
    beautiful...the last bit..briliant

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  5. Anonymous27 July 2007 at 19:49

    happened for real??? ahaa;)

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  6. Ire27 July 2007 at 23:31

    oye dream catcher...
    somethings are to be cherished& not discussed. well, you can roll the horses of ur imagination though...

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  7. Zii28 July 2007 at 21:44

    there was this bhoot in a movie called band darawaza..he used to say "nikiDDDA"...i am always reminded of me when i come to your page :D

    that is a nice pictre of that girl in the prev post

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  8. Erica28 July 2007 at 22:38

    beautifully written.

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  9. Anonymous29 July 2007 at 22:49

    AWESOME !!!! yaaa . What imaginationu have ... "hail"

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  10. Julia Phillips Smith30 July 2007 at 08:21

    I love the repeating image of the candle struggling to survive, then giving up the ghost during that night of the gentle breeze.

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  11. Anonymous30 July 2007 at 10:53

    yup c_h_e_r_i_s_h_e_d bole to ;)
    he he..jk hope u didn't mind :D

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  12. Karen2 August 2007 at 11:45

    Beautiful.

    And thanks :)

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  13. Impressionist11 August 2007 at 21:50

    beautiful! :)
    nicely written!

    peace & love
    Jeevy

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  14. Impressionist12 August 2007 at 07:51

    i've added u in my blogroll!
    will be back to read more!

    peace & love
    Jeevy

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  15. Anonymous12 August 2007 at 16:59

    lovely words....the words are so simple but the feelings run very deep...!

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  16. Maria Fischinger12 August 2007 at 20:33

    I enjoy your poetry.
    Best wishes,
    Maria

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  17. Sachin Samy14 August 2007 at 11:17

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