Indian Ameri


Return of the Red Phoenix

Stood in front of the eyes as dreams;
Forgot the world in the happenings of my dreams,
For the first time saw a lightning,
Out came….
Winks of harmonics;
Plays of tripping,
Forgotten hearts of songs;
Unconscious bliss of dances,
The clouds are thirsty over the red phoenix -
‘I rule as I am’
posted by Hariharasudhan Cd at Wednesday, August 08, 2007


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