When the cold breeze blows..
Freshness of novelty flows..
Do not be perturbed by the insignificant blows..
But look at the possibilities which grows..
And what a joy it would be..
To have you in arms and let thy warmth glow..
Freshness of novelty flows..
Do not be perturbed by the insignificant blows..
But look at the possibilities which grows..
And what a joy it would be..
To have you in arms and let thy warmth glow..
2 comments:
wah wah.. wah wah...nice nice u r toh aise romantic type...filmy man
hahahah.....a poet inside me smwhere lies...it keeps on coming out for strange reason...nt my fault.....after all I have seen a lot of movies :P
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