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.
Sunday, July 01, 2012
My Light
If some light you get to see your goodness alone can reach The shimmer of a heart in me Safe for only you to breach. You see it all so glowing fine And at times if ablazed too What light, what to say of shine All in all borrowed from you
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