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By Akash Submitted by Akash Date: 2002 Mar 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.13.12.03.27430]] |
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When life bestows love in forms our eyes cannot adapt, Our senses cannot sense from any magnified angle, It's then we lose some of what we long and desire, Yet it's life again that teaches you the language of words, To gather those bygone pieces and make a poem of it. |