I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
O Sun
O Sun I am not alone please don't sink so slow, O Sun she is on her way Like shadow she comes Don't know from where O Sun with your light the moon will come from behind the colored clouds high from very low O Sun Go Go Go
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