Stranded on opposite shores,
I glimpse you through the foliage,
Over the turbulence, the brimming tide.
I wait for it to subside
to explore the gravelly collness_
dive into the crystal clearness_
Will you swim with me ?
Lounging in filtered sun,
Smoking Gudang and daring truth;
Scraps of songs sung speaking volumes
- words we dare not say
as we recollect shooting stars and
nights Flying High
on you.....
Can I see you sometime ?
10th Dec '01
Monday, September 11, 2006
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