I wrote this in Boston...nothing much to guess about!
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A phial of golden and silver memories
Poured into the ocean of time;
A sail of will, winds of hope,
The blue waves wash a barren shore.
Bathed in yellow, jocund green;
Beyond seas and lands, yellow remains;
A silver crescent brings tidings
Of mountains, valleys, deserts and rains.
Fireflies and nightingales whisper
With murmurs of a feeling divine;
The chill of the night bows to touch
Embalmed memoirs fortified by time.
Cotton soft petals brush against
Dreamy thoughts floating along;
What warmth in those promises!
What faith for the faithless!
Sorry ipshita it does not rhyme..
ReplyDeleteor may be till u recite this it won't rhyme..
:)
Aamras..when i meet u next,i will make u recite it! :P
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