Moist they become, thinking of you;
Joyful they are, looking at you.
Living in your thoughts;
Driven by your charts.
Gazing through the slits;
They wonder the blitz.
Against the wind, they hold;
Agony yet, fail to be bold.
Unkind they act, never care for the moisture;
Drains out the mist, care for her gesture.
Gloomy eyes they are,
Dreamy Eyes they are. . . .
About Me
- Sameer Panuganti
- Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India
- waters touching the feet, breeze blowing all the thoughts, soft music in sync, that's the world i always look for..!!!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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