XXXI, by Sumit Singh Subscribe to rss feed for Sumit Singh 

don't you rise in my bike
 to reach me on my door
don't you make the things happen
 to conqurer my inner core
don't you wash the truth
 in the walk of rain
my meeting in thunder and wet
 will never make the truth refrain
Posted: 2005-10-06 18:12:55 UTC
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2005-10-07 04:47:42ill haven
very interesting! i like your use of words, if it is intentional. if it is accidental, then there is work to be done on both my part and yours :)