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Tuesday, April 22, 2014


To tell the story of all the times,
Toxin of footsteps in sun and rain,
Some days, Of the stale rhymes, 
Through the perennial fiction.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Meaningful.. .:-*
May you get the ocean of love
pure and innocent like dove
Dawn brings hope of rays
this much only I can pray

Sunakshi said...

Thank you pinku :*

Haaris Babar said...

You're phenomenal :) Truly.

S. said...

Thank you harry :*

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