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The Rainbow Across The Bridge

Some day my songs will sing of you no more. Someday, silences will fall over silences; there will be no words no more. And when you pass this way you will find me painting in your colors no more. I know that one day I shall wake up and I would grieve your loss no more. I agree that I will never forget you but I pray for better things to remember.

Time would send me no answers, but I trust time to bring more important questions my way, someday.

Rajesh
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  1. nothingprofoundJanuary 18, 2011 at 5:48 AM

    Beautiful, Rajeesh. Subtle and delicate. "...silence will fall over silences;"-a wonderful line.

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  2. SusannahJanuary 21, 2011 at 2:43 PM

    Another wonderful one Rajesh, I love "Some day my songs will sing of you no more."

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  3. Clipping DesignJanuary 22, 2011 at 3:41 PM

    Really it so nice.....
    I like it very much. Thanks for sharing.

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