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Thank You

If it were left to me

I would have meandered my way
Through these desolate shores
and wiled my life away.

Thank you for stopping by
Stepping in and sharing a smile
All the colors in my life
Are colors that you left behind
All the songs that I sing
Are from thoughts that you left behind

Not that the journey is shorter now
Not that the roads are better
Nor the destiny less unforgiving
But the difference is
I almost like this living!

From Life in a Multiverse

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  1. What a difference in our lives just one person can make.

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  2. This is really beautiful Rajesh.

    "Not that the journey is shorter now
    Not that the roads are better
    Nor the destiny less unforgiving
    But the difference is
    I almost like this living!"

    ....I am so glad you do. :-)

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