Foot prints in the sands of time
Were they after all, crime ?
How I wish, I sing this rhyme
Like a beautiful soul stirring hymn
Foot prints in the sands of time,
I am well past my prime.
Foot prints... yours with mine,
They counted up to nine.
Our lonely walks up to the shrine,
Oh ! they were so divine.
Foot prints, ' yours in mine...'
with these beautiful words
off I sign...
Were they after all, crime ?
How I wish, I sing this rhyme
Like a beautiful soul stirring hymn
Foot prints in the sands of time,
I am well past my prime.
Foot prints... yours with mine,
They counted up to nine.
Our lonely walks up to the shrine,
Oh ! they were so divine.
Foot prints, ' yours in mine...'
with these beautiful words
off I sign...
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2 comments:
hey...heres my comment on ur post and abt u...but der r lots of lies in it...lolz [;)]
your mind n heart work in hand in hand
thtsy you r called as a sand man
ur heart is like a bazzoka igniting smoke
thts abt u folks
der r beautiful potraits wich aint r betrayd
he illusions created in ur mind are nevr far left behind
ur nuthin less den perfect coz
perfection is ur yardstick wich u play as a divine irrestituton
u r an ingenious person wid a feelin of dejavu
der is swiftness in u....so i wud refer you as
KEWL CHLERIC PERSON..
@ shruti
i dont have a lie detector... :P
so which onez a lie and which is not ?
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