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Jul 2010
O, i wish i was a writer,
woven fine words and let all hell break loose.
Or aΒ Β sensuous dancer,
pranced on the rhythmic applause.
Definitely a great musician,
harped upon the melodies of life.
But am just a ****** peddler of thoughts,
in some old forgotten mossed lane,
beating the drums
& creating cacophony of my dreamy tales.
copyright 2010 by Grishma Rialch
Written by
Grishma Rialch
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