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Untitled Love And Music Of Life


Wish it was easy to tell it all,
Wish it was easy not to cry at all,
What stops me I guess is the fear of the fall,
The shadow of agony is only growing tall.

Feelings don’t find words,
But the music goes on.
Thoughts stay caged for eternity,
But our life goes on.

Courage is what I need but I don’t seem to find any,
Feelings stay unspoken, the reasons are many.
Dreams have no feathers but they still fly,
Tiny whisper tells me it’s all worth a try.

-          VJ Says  ~ Cheers and Peace

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  1. Wonderful!..'Dreams have no feathers but they still fly'. Very true!!!
    -Portia

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    1. Thank you Portia... Delighted that you you liked it... stay tuned for more :)

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  2. Motivational, yes indeed, worth a try!

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    1. Cool that you synced with the thought Jaideep.. cheers :)

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  3. Touching.. but alas, that is a dream!!

    www.anucreations.blogspot.in

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  4. This is lovely poetry!...Very touching....You rhymed it so well with all the feeling.....I forgot to rhyme now a days!!

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  5. I think this phase of of a relationship has its own beauty. It is this phase that remains. :-)

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