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Some days flow smooth like water over a pebble Some glide, like an eagle over the hill Some seem to never end. They last, until a hand covers the sun and hides the day like a spark in night's dark fists, burning away.
pleiades
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 | (Anonymous)
2007-09-20 09:47
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Hmm..lovely..:)
-- Pooja (aeons ago at pshirolikar.blogspot.com)
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 | (Anonymous)
2007-09-21 03:47
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:) I started blogging five years ago. Today I am a stranger to the person then. I find it difficult to relate to (if I may say so myself) the naiveté of the earlier posts or that blog for that matter. Happens. I owe myself a ressurection.
And I don't want to sound like a "you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours", but I do certainly hope you keep writing or perhaps if you were to switch to another blog space, pass on the url.
I'll miss the poems:)
~Pooja
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