The otherwise dull and gloomy sky,
looks like a sea of blue.
The otherwise lonely twinkle stars
look like studded precious stones.
The depressing sound of the traffic
flows like music into my ears.
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You and only you possess this
power of changing disgust into delight.
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Golden moments slip by
I cann't hold then back.
Don't ask me what and why
experession is what lack.
All that I can write to you
Is that I have a treasure.
The meetings with you- though few,
they were such a pleasure.
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As I think of you, my friend
My pen moves uninterruptedly,
But there has to be a stop
and I stop - here