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Waiting in the wings

The night went crazy
With all the bantering throughout the night
And when the candles gave up
And the waiters stole a wink
And the guests on other tables
Slowly made their way to someplace else

I knew that the best of us
Had only begun.

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  1. I knew someone like this... just getting lost in time talking with them... it's a wonderful feeling when you meet someone like that....

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  2. oh i know this. reminds me of a song.
    'Cause when I look at my life how the pieces fall into place
    It just wouldn't rhyme without you
    When I see how my path seems to end up before your face
    The state of my heart, the place where we are
    Was written in the stars.
    ephemeral moments, timeless memories. keep writing:)

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  3. This is beautiful.
    This reminds me of " Every ending is a new beginning".
    Whether its candles blowing out or more.

    Tooba.
    www.alwaysandforevertk.blogspot.com

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