Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Spare Me The Last Sip! Comments

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May your cup brim, not with old memories, but ties renewed
Across the impending miles, heart pledged, soul yielded, sparkle
With dew over the spray's edge, when blossoms their satin's spread
With visions to realize in the present. Its glass, hold secrets of the stars
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Seema joglekar
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