Its not that I see you only in my closed eyes,
I also see you in bluish white skies,
I see your purity in snowy mountain,
I feel your scent in transparent rain,
Your smile comes to me as a furling mustard field,
Just keep it intact, even from a sheild,
See and promise me, with me you will remain,
And you wont quit in any part of this game
Thursday, November 10, 2005
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