for moira..
shadows of a desire rise
of wishful prayers to the ocean
the oyesters are just waking from their dream
and joan of arc is happy it seems
millions following they can see her rise
star of the ocean
exceptional cause of love
my love she sleeps in my love
when the dawn shall break
and she open her eyes
blessed will be the ocean
with her fingers touching the breeze
of a soft sunny day.
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Thanks Sanjukta..the best gift to her and us!
Just one thing to say about this.good memories and dreams mingle in such a way that sometimes u fail to differentiate.
As you carry your tits-bits of your memories in such a golden box and as u open them, so many laughing mouths, tearful eyes, smiling lips all with tainted wings fly around you and you watch them with awe and suddenly you close the box tight and keep it inside the deepest corner of your heart. Sometimes u think of throwing the box inside the deep sea but the next time 'maya' encroaches and u rrelive them once again.
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