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That thing called...

Beautiful Twilight,
Stars bright, up-
above.
Luminescent clouds
cover the moon,
There, they have
been standing there,
long since noon.
Leaving imprints
on the sand, as
they walk.

Holding hands,
fingers entwined,
whispering sweet
nothings...

Is this a dream?
I hope not, if
it is, i wont
wake them!

Sigh! that
thing called
LOVE....

Comments

  1. who is HE after all...who got u flummoxed and now this????????

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  2. I was expecting this one! :D
    It was time u wrote about it! ;) hehe

    nicely written!

    -I

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  3. :) nys...

    sounds like the ode to psyche where the poet doesnt want to wake up Cupid and Psyche entangled in love...

    Beautiful...

    thnx for droppin by!!!:)

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  4. Was submitting and my net connection bonked...dunno if my thot go in or not...

    :) will get back to check

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  5. nice lines...

    found ur blog thru another's...nice place u got here :)

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  6. people have been complicating love so much that it was nice to see a poem which talks of love and the simple things it does to make life a lot better to live in.

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  7. hey nice blog u have got....i m not poetic...still i admire people who write one....coz tats so difficult...lols..

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  8. Good one

    Moment well captured. Liked the imagery.


    Keep it rollin;)

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  9. hey!
    I am sherry and I have started a picture deication thread an my blog

    impressionist has dedicated a picture and a message to you at
    http://sherryrowl.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-it-with-pictures.html

    he is waiting for your reply
    take care

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  10. Reminds me of Flying in a Blue Dream. :)

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  11. Heyy this post is wonderful and blog is fantastic.

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  12. Realization:

    We feel on the same lines...

    Beautiful poem! :)

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  13. @Himanshu
    Blah!

    @impressionist
    hehhe...you got tht right!

    @d sinner
    ummmm thanks

    @maverick
    thanks for stopping by!

    @little boxes
    i agree...but then simple things are complex!

    @nirmal
    thanx!

    @scribbler
    i appreciate that!

    @saheefa
    thanx

    @trinity
    :) thanx

    @ananya
    thanks for stopping!

    @arunabh
    :) :) :)

    @standbymind
    :) :) :)

    @wildflower
    sigh...how true!

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