Shatarupa Choudhury Poetry"God won't ask you what car you drove; HE'll ask how many people you drove, who didn't have transportation" |
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tonight!
Solitary, silent in silver air
thy face upward in earnest wait faerie feathery, faintly there as dainty dreams slowly spread sleepy souls night's softest hours lazing late in the lounge of life lilting lullabies,lingering prayers winged wishes swinging high simmering, surging subtly here, I shall kiss, thy dewy, dewy eyes as trully as love can ever care of crimson joy, lest time flies!
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Date: 08 April, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |