Thursday, March 28, 2013


Gazing through 
the virtual window
of vision and the veins,
of a songs and words,
and all that remains
with eyes, 
a pair of them
looking at someone 
not me 
as long as I can see

still as mountain top
gazing down to see
standing tall,
yet un-movable
for all the world to see,

a strange feeling
a cloud of thoughts, 
and a warm breeze of 
chirping like a bird
a stranger , 
in the wind, 

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