This one is for Preethi Pupala

Wrinkles on the snow,

T’is but an instant,

Ephermeral as the dew,

Like drops which escape the ledge,

Diaphanous as thoughts,

Close to my heart,

The tongue speaks and the ears listen,

What could be sweeter?

Than the mirth tht u spread??? (Preethi,….)

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