That hazy face behind the smoke...
those hazy eyes behind the smiles...
the dancing of sun behind the clouds
the wetness in the rain soaked arms
somewhere everything can be explained
somehow all fits in place
the walk of life has path laid
every look is destined
every touch is pre-planned
all the leaves falling my way are ment for me
all roses kept in front of me are mine to cherish...
the memories with me are still supporting me...
even those hazy eyes behind the smoke are with me always...
1 comment:
Veena,
So right. We may try for whatever but everything is destined or pre-planned by God for us. It is memories which keep hope alive.
Take care
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