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And here it goes...

O, i wish i was a writer,

woven fine words and let all hell break loose.

Or a  sensuous dancer,

pranced on the rhythmic applause.

Definitely a great musician,

harped upon the melodies of life.

But am just a ****** peddler of thoughts,

in some old forgotten mossed lane,

beating the drums

& creating cacophony of my dreamy tales.

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grishma-rialch
Indian
Published
Jul 2, 2010
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copyright 2010 by Grishma Rialch

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