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Sunday, March 25, 2007It's the first time someone wrote a poem for me.
"Sitting at the corner, alone with cold feet,
watching everyone pass by,
thinking about fate without care,
you sat there with saddened eyes.
Waiting for the day to be over,
mind going over deep thoughts.
On the verge of giving up,
one finds your lonely heart…
She does not see the true beauty she holds,
the pure happiness she brings
for the people who see her,
she is absolutely real.
Hearts skip at one glance,
knees falls weak at one touch.
Some stunned, others breathless,
thus no one sees the loneliness you bare.
Scared, but curiosity wins,
as the light flickers,
a slow tune fills the air,
one moves with uncertainty…
A moment of confusion…
laughter breaks the awkwardness…
quieter, exchanging of few whispers….
moments pass by…
She sits and waits,
for the day to be rid of her fear,
for she will find happiness
that fate has seized upon…
And soon, her blindfold will be gone…
shackles will shatter…
and then, she will smile… "
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All this time, I never realized it but, you see me. Thank you.


