Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Seasons Comments

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Quenched my wilted soul, deep inside a dearth;
Counted million drops, in my cloudy showers;
My eyes used to marvel, beholding that silent firth;
Like a white swan, splashing and sailing with her steering oars;
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Parthaproteem Roy
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