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Friday, May 16, 2008
Again and again
The old gramophone record ,
a charming and reliable one
plays again and again and again ,
spinning whorls of life
into a dizzy joy
I can never tire of .
akash
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Like Tarzan
evening rain
Still sea
Empty handed
Roots
Earth
Soft and supple
Where to ?
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Again and again
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Music
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Action above words
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How could I not ?
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Kali
Not just feel good
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A gift
Still I understand nothing
nothing
nothing
Gaze still away , far away .......
For the invisible angel
Congratulations and celebrations ........for Tomas...
Innocence
No other thought
For all the good
Suspended drizzles
In the stillness of night
Looking ahead
A feel of mist
Now
Growing up together
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