Monday, May 18, 2009

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A single drop of tear glistened on the rose-once beautiful and now dead and wilted, for no water could revive it.It was time to relinguish all thoughts of it, once and for all, before the afternoon gathered up all its dust and took the rose with it- on a secret journey, so secret that even the gods had no inkling.

1 comment:

chaitanya said...

these are some lines.......so beautifully crafted all in a go. .......i really never imagined i would accidentally arrive on some blog all of a sudden.....
and read something so well emphasized.

hats off...
wow