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The Stream
by Arun Lakshman // Nature
The Stream
Arun Lakshman
Comments: I ran upon this lovely lil picture in a forward that came by promising fortune, for some reason unlike everytime i forwarded that email to a lot of people in my address book, i realized i had forgotton a lot of faces in that address book already. And then came a lil reminder of this little verse that i wrote a long while ago.. thought it would fit in in there. ............................................................................................................................................................................
The pages of yesteryears washed away by the stream, .........
Leaving behind an immaculate dream; .........
A capricious breeze that turned to storm, .........
As I gulped down the moonshine against the norm. .............................
The rain song and the little girl's scream, .........
The ride up the hills collecting their ream; .........
Through darkness waiting for the break of dawn,.........
Just to watch another day being born.
As I walked back to my recluse, a mezzanine,.........
The silence was broken by an approaching machine; .........
I watched her pass, so vulnerable and frail,.........
Hopes that I buried as I followed her trail. .........
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The mushrooms sprouted after the rain, .........
The things that we did so human yet insane. .........
We set out to sail with a common dream, .........
Together with the pages till the end of the stream......................
Readers comments:
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tawan 2006/04/08 07:05:01
it did fit in. nice lil verse and the pic
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