I can visualize How my life will change: A few days later; When I leave your lovely aura And enter into realms of An unknown city.. I will remember With longing, Every nook n corner; Every street, Every late night movie Every coffee And the highway And the long drives.. You took me in, When I was so naive: Made me survive The heartaches, failures, sadness Depressions and Nostalgic mood swings.. You took my adolescence; And have made a man.. A man, That will remember you, Always.... dated: 08 may,2012
A vagabond sings aloud His hands playing a harp; Though an unlettered guy He's aable to think so sharp. He talks of kingdoms grand Those presiding late civilizations; And of their perishes And the put-forth lessons. He has his good lore In it he does adore; The Gods that arose And miracles they bore. This music of the vagabond Ties a sort-of Bond Between the times present And his sung Stories; And makes us think to learn, From the past Grieves and Glories.. Dated November 8, 2007
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