A grain of sand in a grey sky's eye
And clouds rub it off quickly
The large grey eye then waters down
And flows into a salty sea.
This ocean in its vastness now,
Is our emblem of hope since years
And it's forgotten that this flame of will
Was really born of tears.
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I am trying not to think about tomorrow. It is 4 am. Was trying to sleep but things are sick. Woke up to type this out. Here are all the th...
4 comments:
*sigh* Oh how I wish!!!
goodness, wonderful that!
:-)
thanks suparna
beautiful thought, beautiful words.. :)
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