Workshop of thoughts

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Time with Wings is Passing By

Silence like river flowing its Way

Passion like stream is falling from high

And Soul like Sun is raising high

Rainbow of destination is distant away

Shower of friendship coming in way

Butterflies like mind are roaming all the way

New Horizons are calling each day.

Life is Beautifull all the Way

Full of Colours and filled with joy

But the Search still goes by

Of the Question Who Am I?

(Suggestions regarding title of the poem are welcomed)

# posted by bhakti @ 10:31 PM 1 Comments