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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Winters

Winters never were this cold
for your warmth held me snug
softly falling snow lit my world
never did I lack a hug.

There is nothing that lives eternal
it’s time for goodbyes I am told,
I cower, slunk in total isolation
seen, touched, possessed and sold.

Copyright Sandy@2011

2 comments:

  1. lovely ..the love its the love ...that dies ..who said it was eternal ..

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  2. Thanks Geetanjali! There is a song by Shubha Mudgal that says....Hain Pyar toh musafir, marzi se aaye jaaye (Love is a traveller, it comes and goes as it wishes)

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