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Walking by your side...

Of the many lil
squirrels scurrying
past us.


The beige, black
birds, twittering
by us.


Amongst the dense

green foliage,
surrounding us.


We chose to walk
this path, one
summer's afternoon.


You held my hand
though, not for long.


Of stolen kisses,
you never took.


Of the surprisingly
gentle-warmth of
the sun on us.


Of the things that
we spoke about.

Of those things,
we did not.


Of being content
just by your
presence by my
side.


I smile now,
as I will later,
always
walking by your side.

Comments

  1. really sweet...
    and thanks wor blog rolling me :)

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  2. Simple yet effective.
    i liked the way your presentation went.
    Me have some surrealistic experiments.
    MAN IN PAINTING SEES THE WORLD...

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  3. Nicely written....wanted to tell that i am back to regular blogging:D

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  4. well, someone's style of writing has changed a lot lately!
    I wonder why! **wink wink**

    -I

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  5. really good...keep up the great work going...do read my blog wen u find time n post comments

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  6. @The Walker
    Hey thanks for stopping by...how are you?

    @ man in painting
    Thanks& i like your open ended way of writing

    @ Sahefa
    hallo! how are the holidays going?

    @impressionist
    hehehe!!! you know why na...

    @d sinner
    thanx

    @ Rajesh
    Thanks for stopping by.. will read yours soon!

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  7. seconds man in painting...simple yet effective

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  8. Hi ..

    Feeling as I'm reading Lucinda William's lyrics, cool!!


    This ono, surprisingly
    gentle-warmth


    Innovative!!

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  9. mm..wery romantic & fulfilling...!

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  10. short crisp and sweet. Brilliant expression!

    Cheers!

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  11. Vintage Nikis.....

    I had a gr8 time going through this one.......

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