In the oblong sky,
I hung your tears to dry,
There is me and you
And the seeds you sowed
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very nice reshma.. a change in style... or a redo to go with the bio.. ;) very nice..and congrats on the book swell.... cheers ad ten Qoute Abruptly here she stops; then turns away Her loathing eyes, and shuns the sight of day. Amaz'd he stood, revolving in his mind What speech to frame, and what excuse to find. Her fearful maids their fainting mistress led, And softly laid her on her ivory bed. Aeneid By Virgil
when the curtain begings to loosen its hold, nothing can stop...
For tears feels my eyes, fly on my sweet Angel! For the morning sun should never see you cry
A particularly stirring poem Reshma written straight from your heart. Your writing is just so skillful and Final Curtain Call is such a dramatic title. Excellent! 10 love Karin