Come dusk and with it darkness that settles on my being;
the evening star lonely and shining in its light
becomes my companion who shares my plight of loneliness;
reminds me of someone who's far and distant
as it is from me;
brings back memories so fine and pure
that makes me shudder and yearn for more
and feelings that I never felt before.
The distant call of my name shakes me vigorously
and brings me back to reality;
with a sigh I get up and go back to the world
hoping against hope that come tomorrow
and with it my pleasant memories
OR
was it just a beautiful dream?
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Yeah Right !!!
I used to dream of eyes so blue
And loving arms to hold me.
I used to dream of heroic knights
And how gracious they would be.
I used to dream of how I wouldn't settle
For anything less than best.
I used to dream of how he would majestically
Lay all fears to rest.
I used to dream of fairy tales,
How wondrous would they be
I used to dream of story books
All patterned after me.
I used to dream of a lot of things,
But the moment I met you,
I immediately stopped dreaming,
Because all of my dreams came true.
Amazingly beautiful... you have always had a knack for language... This is something wonderful that i have read in quite sometime now... Kudos... Great going.. Keep it up dear..
poo- mai fasa kya ?
u know very well tumhare har words pe mai bhagwan se bhi jyada viswas karta hoon.
poo- mai fasa kya ?
u know very well tumhare har words pe mai bhagwan se bhi jyada viswas karta hoon.
poo
MY "SWEET HEART"
ye sab kya hai ?
Hi Janet,
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