Sunday, January 1, 2012

a name so known...yet...

Heard that name somewhere...I guess...
So known...this name of yours...
Just like the known smell of blossoms that you left every morn at my door, so fresh!
Like that known sight of the dusk on your photoframe...the road on the picture going straight into a forest...
Like those known memories nascent...floating in the air of the winter, on the wane...
Like those known curves and figures on the geometry book...penciled,erased,dotted,marked- several times...
Heard that name somewhere, I guess...
So known...this name of yours!

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