Thursday, February 12, 2009
We met not - a week ago!
I now sleep not - you know!
Never felt like this, ever before
I am not myself, anymore.
You eye looks brighter than the sun.
Is heaven undone?
Did you glide from the top up-above.
Oh my God... - Is this love?
Labels: My Poems, Thunderbolt...
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1 comments:
good good.. so you have become a poet and a marathoner..
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