Saturday, 16 June 2012

The tale of familiar strangers by an oxymoron

Greeting across the invisible wall,
Putting an attempt to make it fall.

Exchanging looks, acknowledging presence,
All set for a rendezvous, the air and the ambiance.

Wandering minds with virtual smile,
Displaying it though once in a while.

The ice melts and the river flows,
The Dawn  beckons and the beacon glows.

A moment comes with the fertile cocoon,
If not broken, it will die soon!

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