Words like bubbles bouncing
Words whose faces keep changing
Words like a painter; so many colors
Words like a stranger whose strange face is adored
I am thinking
Do these words define me or is it just you
I am holding this bag
Maroon, leather,chocolate scented bag.
And again i am thinking
For it is not just the bag that i hold
But It is the love that i hold
And the owner that forever i behold..
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