I met you, at that perfect time of life,Just as a season, passing on from cold,Thaws and blossoms forth into a spring!As cross roads and currents collideOn a muddy path or on an ocean's bosom,"You" met me, at those, cross- currents of life!Just as a youth, enters his adulthood,Tip-toeing comes promises of a new life,
Jul 9, 2007
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