Theme: Blues

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Unpainted page, I could never paint it,
I had colors, but no vision.
I had palette, but no passion.
My eyes were waiting for the spring to spring back,
and my hands awaited the brush of your blinks.
You never turned back, and the page remained unpainted...

01-Apr-2011

More By  :  Sparrow Tiger

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Comment Everything is there for a good dish to be cooked..... Except patience to cook it !

Ravinder Malhotra
03-Apr-2011 01:45 AM


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