Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Fleeting moments of ecstasy,
They palmed as little treasures from toyland,
Oblivious of the wind one day --
that blew their dreams like strewn pieces of the Lego
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1 comment:

pragya said...

why do u have to turn dreams into a consequential reality...

11:32 AM

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