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moonlight

twining of the past.
the Present and the Future.
and a mirror..all seeing.
reflecting the soft golden hue of the moon above.
pearls.laughter and love.
roses.pink and mauve.
us.here and now.
delicate tendrils.floating .flying.
liquid pools of desire.
melting..flowing.
never to pause...only branch.
tender is the night.
a lone soul and another.
hand in hand..treading all the way,
up up up.
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Tasneem said…
Hi,
I really liked this poem.

It is soft, not rushed and with beautiful visual sense.
February 16, 2007 at 10:00 AM
Anonymous said…
huuh nicely written...loved reading it...good
February 17, 2007 at 9:43 PM
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