Saturday, September 17, 2011

Beauty with which everything blends


The cool breeze
The soundless drizzle
The gloomy sky
And, The idle me.

The shut book
The soulful music
The ginger tea
And, The silent me.

The intense sehnsucht
The profound thinking
The heart's plea
And, The lonely me.

Just wishing, the evening never ends.
Wish i could preserve the beauty,
The beauty with which everything blends.

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