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In the warm womb of time
i am with you
The horizons are azure, violet and blue.
The waters of our souls has merged
A placid pond stands between us.
The blossom has bloomed and dances in the breeze.
Dew of silence on its pink-violet twirl.
Of love we speak not,the fragrance sings,
a song eternal of moonlights and shy mornings.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Entry for 30 September 2006
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