Sunday, April 4, 2010

Four seasons

Four seasons I have lived,
in the four months I have left behind me;
And here I stand once again,
watching a whole new tapestry.

The most uncommon sights
I do perceive;
nothing short of miracles
if you please;
With bated breath
I await,
the sweet knocks of serendipity,
and the usual twists of fate.

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