a gust of wind brushes past
leaving in its wake a troubled heart
the wind never to be held
life more like the autmn leaves,
twirling in t wind , the momentary high
jostling together in a circular brace,
only to fall on the path
for some sprightly soul to walk past...
to leave a crushed leaf...
its momentary high , the lovely brace
all to come to a naught....
Sunday, May 28, 2006
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3 comments:
the buddha is there in each one of us..
as for my dream.. its too distant and unrealistic...
remains us a dream
add a tagboard to your blog
what happened ??
no updates ? bus ...hn ?
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