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Hush

You don't have to tell me.
I just know.
Its that little sniffle that comes through
The unexplained pauses
The slow responses

I know when you call
Just because you needed to cry.

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  1. This is beautiful Rajesh... I have had people in my life that just knew when I needed them and people that I just knew when they needed me... sweet :)

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    1. Thanks Launna. You are an amazing motivator yourself :)

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  2. How lovely... i can so much relate.... thanks for this beautiful writing :)

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  3. thats short n sweet n meaningful

    enjoy the festive season ahead

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  4. How sweet that someone confides in you, Rajesh. This is lovely & compassionate.

    Season's Greetings :)

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  5. found your blog....beautiful writing from the heart...

    will be reading you.

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  6. Wow too good ... loved the feelings :-)

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  7. Great post !Would you like to follow each other?
    http://kate-fashionschtick-kate.blogspot.com/

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  8. Yes, how good to have someone to lean on in those times...being able to be there for each other is such a blessing!

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  9. An interesting piece that I enjoyed reading.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  10. Hi, Rajesh, thank you for your comment. Sorry you couldn't read my post well. I have a droid phone and I can see it just fine. I did not change the template. Maybe try the desktop version? Hope all is well and we'll see some new poems from you soon. Smiles :)

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