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Friday, February 17, 2012

BAG

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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