Within Arunangshu and around.
My own views. In my own words. Without shame, fear or guilt.
Thursday, 12 May 2011
We will never know
Across the sunny summer sky,
the wind whispers a song,
in a strange but lovely tune.
For whom? We will never know.
To the tune dances along,
a silly and restless butterfly
and suddenly it's gone.
Where to ? We will never know.
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