hope

a strip of ice floats over the azure sky,

ramola gazes, open eyed...
       her eyes...
                 caverns of her soul.
Sprinkilng love, she croons
pristine melodies ...
ramola gazes open-eyed...
a strip of ice glides across an azure sky
Sprinkling hope
...the parched earth would be quenched soon...

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as is sat before my computer this afternoon, to check my mails...something told me this was to be an afternoon with a difference.

(Sounds clichéd ..ain't it? but then we are all made up of clichés ....) anyway....i felt an urge...there were those strange waves at the pit of my stomach....a strange tumult that i have long not felt...a feeling which is excitement, thrill and glee mixed in sweet harmony.....a feeling that has caused a spring in my step, a smile hangs upon my lips…when I answer a call, it is with a zest that surprises even my closest friends.…m not even angry anymore….
People call it love….for me, it is the experience of creation…