another one, written not before long
a quicky for a satsung, to be sung before a song.
In this path full of roses and thorns
With all my rights and my wrongs
You make my life a blissful song.
In this bliss I had waited for long
I smiled and smiled and sang along.
Labels: The Right brain stuff
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short and sweet!! :) :)
Anonymous said...
Wed Feb 04, 12:18:00 PM
you are a great poet! :)
Anonymous said...
Wed Feb 04, 12:19:00 PM