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Oct 2012
“Here we are,
our lives spin for a moment or two,

and then...

in a gentle kiss from the lips of the caressing wind,
we dance and swirl and soar through life’s sky,
our waking memories inked in the gust of joy,
the years fly away upon the breath of time,
each minute of our lives sails away upon the air
and we are no more…

Our shadows, our trace, our hopes and dreams…
All these shall live on
in the realms where eternal souls still believe and dream.”
Rangzeb Hussain
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Rangzeb Hussain
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   Hilda and Weeping willow
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