Let us not stretch this tale too long,
and where the threads of thought go unchecked;
nor I can weave what is in your mind;
but quite unawares of such suddenness,
you bespeak of this when all the world is silent:
I sometimes think I am not alone,
that in all eternity of thy presence,
no one can live without love of another.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Friday, April 05,2013 1: 21: 53 AM
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