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Poem of You

I collected the most beautiful

moments of life,

I gathered the color of joys.

With a brush of happiness,

on the canvas of dream,

I sketched all the emotions I had,

and I got the Picture of you.

I sang all the melodies,

I played sweet memories,

I rhymed with my own story,

I went up with cheers

and down with tears,

Finally I created the rhythm of life,

I created the Song of you .

I traveled beyond the horizon,

up to the heaven,

I reached the imagination.

I found flowers, rainbow, moon

river forest and gentle breeze

only as the metaphor of you,

I lost among the cascades of words,

with great ecstasy.

Finally, I became the poem of you.

Written on : 6/11/2007 10:35:00 AM

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  1. it is a nice poem. I ll b awaiting your new creations........

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