08 September, 2010

Wind

When the wind blows,
I rejoice.
Someone dies and I,
I laugh into the wind
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  1. the unknownSeptember 15, 2010 at 4:19 AM

    y do ppl love to equate poetry with thinking?
    it's juz a small portion of cognition.

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  2. Anandi GandhiSeptember 15, 2010 at 11:34 AM

    I actually don't know anybody who equates poetry with thinking. This blog is just a space where whatever I feel can be shared.

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