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Sunday 27 February 2011

footprints

FOOTPRINTS..

Silent sentient nights;
When I lay defeated, cold and reclusive
After a desperate battle
With those glimpse;
The battle, which I never won
Is slowly engulfing my soul.

When the gentle breeze consoles,
Kisses my pale cheeks,
And sleep drowsily caresses
My sallow wintry eyes;
I see hazily her footprints in my mind.

I see her coming, coming very close,
Mesmerizing my every nerve.
I can feel her serene breathe
When she whispers silently
Those words.

It sanctifies my soul
Beholds me with a soothing sensation
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