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Thursday, May 24, 2012

By the window


By the window
where the birds chirp
where the wind dances
where raindrops fall
By the window
where love used to be
where passion was once my guest

Now, by the window
where the birds chirp
with a smile in my lips
where the wind dances
while I dance with glee
where raindrops fall
as we watch it together
where love is alive
and passion is now home..