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Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Debris Of Love
Wine through the veins
soothes my senses.
Poetry in the mind,
sends an iota of hope.
Music in the soul,
points to new horizons.
Yet, the love in the heart
Tears all apart.
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Pramod Mathew
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Your Fragrance
The Prodigal Son
Heart Burns
Vagabonds of the Sky
Debris Of Love
Burnt In love
Farewell to Thraldom
The Vocalist
A confession
Perennial Grief
Spring
Grief In Times Of Rain
Only you
Untimely rain
Hibiscus
Forsaken
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