Time
Each moment is filled with a magic of it’s own;
An endless romance with time
Nurture the seeds that you have sown
they will grow into forests divine
Let tinsel fall upon those tears
and turn them into pearl
Let rosy lips sing a song
of happy yesteryears
For yesterday was’nt far away
not far from what lies tomorrow
A hundred years cannot undo
What went by as lonely sorrow
http://mallipooh.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/10/time.htm
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