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| A Love Letter My dear invisible * Your footprints are still visible on the sand dunes of reminiscence . They are made of an enduring essence hence they have neither washed away by ocean's wave nor dried by sun's ray. I still walk step over step everyday, on your footprints over red clay. I pray! This souvenir may never die till my last breath, till my last sigh. Your fingerprints left on cards, I feel, they make my dreams surreal, know not what they signify or unfold. My fingers crave to hold intangible silhouette of your hand, formed on the paper's white sand. The memory still pricks my tear gland, your fragrance still lingers in my breath, these things will remain with me till my death, Exclusively Yours # |
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| Cupid's Feather Little cupid sleeps in a heavenly abode with pillow of cloud and sheet of rainbow. The slumber ripples a dream mode, but he still holds arrow and a golden bow. Escaping his golden hair, dew droplets fall on his li'l hand but nothing can wake the love's heir as he sleeps peacefully in dreamland. A feather falls from cupid's wing to find the next prey. The wind carries it to a girl while she joins her hands to pray. Tears evaporate from her eyes and on her temple she feels a kiss, She opens her eyes softly and attains an eternal bliss. |
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