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Dreams Out There Drying

I have spread my dreams out to dry
They were wet from yesterday’s tears
Should you chance upon them on the line
Don’t bother, just let them be.

I have heard from the unheard
There will be another long night tonight.

Jan 24-2011
From Life in a Multiverse

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  1. I like this very much Rajesh. :-)

    It is nice to find this blog of yours too.

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  2. liked it :P great combination of words

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  3. Fabulous! What a wonderful gift you have for subtle and profound expression.

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