WHAT.....(May 2003)

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WHAT...


What are you looking for??


Is it the pretty moon

that has hidden itself behind the cloud?

Or is it a prettier face

you have found in the world's crowd?


What are you thinking of??

Is it about the depth

an ocean can hold?

Or is it about those eyes

whose depth can never be told?


What are you trying to hide??

Is it gold, diamond

or some other precious treasure?

Or is it those handful of memories

which hold worthless pleasure?


What are you petrified of??

Is it the fear of the unknown

or the anxiety of where your future lands?

Or is it the dread of losing

the hold of those hands???

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Unknown said…
Good thinking and also helpful for others.
December 24, 2007 at 10:23 AM
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