These days I often find,
Profiles with taglines....
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The earliest memories that i've of her..............
A septugenarian bend over a stove in the kitchen.....
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As the nor'wester blows,
Bringing in more despair than hope,
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You argue, you are adamant,
Sometimes annoyingly stubborn.
And I cant help but mutter to myself,
'the chip of old Bloke, that he is! '
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We had just joined highschool,
It was a library period i remember.
When i caught a person tearing a page from a book!
The stupid that I am,
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At her feet lay the shiny pieces
Shards of glass, a heirloom of the past.
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Of jarring speeches n soulless voices,
Of barefoot travails n painful cries,
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the less said the better)
For You
I can die a thosand deaths, every day
For that face.
Keep my thirsty lips parched all day!
Just to see the happiness
In that smile.
For that face, i can bet my life
And all its moments awhile.
Sleep eludes me all night
I keep awake with drowsy eyes.
The silence simmers in summer nights.
Glows and burns my thirsty eyes.
An autumn shower, touches my soul
The cascading sounds of waterfalls
Dark clouds of uncertainty.
Spreads its wings on my entity
Silencing the singing heart.
I can survive for you
For that face
For thousand years.