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Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Gift Of Words

Sun rays play with shadows
Words play like the sun
At will, they come into light
And play with my all emotions
They leave for me a gift of monologue which
Like a shadow goes after me.

Everywhere I carry them, too
As they ride on the back of my mind
And sing songs with a flute.
Without sound they chime a bell
Even they go behind the cloud.

Quickly they return back
When I am at rest
And start a conversation with me
In voice low clinging upon my heart.

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