Another day goes past me
Another life thrives to be
A smile a pleasure and peace
A rose with thorns at ease
Rainbows off the tears
Are hope for all our fears
The colors a pleasant view
All my joy is forever in you
Sunshine on the treetops
Blades of grass with dewdrops
Blue skies with flying doves
This day her love she shows
Ramblings of a guy whose 1000 words cant match the beauty of her smile.
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be intimidating and impenetrable fog! ------ Calvin
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
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If you are South Asian or Middle Eastern origin person, and haven't seen Paris yet, be prepared to be treated like the Sikhs and people...
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Visited the hood on the first day itself... weekend was fun .. had pals driving down and meeting me ...saw the da vinci code ... had chivas ...
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