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Sometime i thought I'm alone
But...
to my utter surprise
i found the world
full of song
with different tunes
may it be of joy or sorrow.
It is your interest
to embrace them
with positive or negative feelings
to make life a happy journey
or hurdle at each step.
It is really up to you
to change the ordinary dew drop
a colorful special poem
and a singing castle of dreams.
It is really up to you
to paint the life
with matching story
to touch the horizon
and never repent
for waisting
the precious moments
projected
some where
beyond our imagination
and thought.

by sarojini pattayat-31/03/2013


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