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Friday, August 19, 2011

It shows in the faceless eyes,
Its roots in the mind clawing deep;
to sing to yourself a lull-a-by
and still manage to fall asleep.
A trifle uneasy to smile alone..
a trifle uneasy to weep……
from beneath the un-held hands
the worms of solitude creep.........

PS: I have the awesomest friends and I an absolutely happy :) this is just a poem


kiran said...
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Someone is Special said...

First time here Shruthi.. Beautiful..

Someone is Special

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