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Much... it does say

Much... it does hide...

laugh it does....

sumtimes does it cry!

Much does it swing...

dances to the rhythm of ur life...

raise it does,

the spirits that were left to die!

Thoughtful it is,

to live that little hight,

Affectionate it is,

to embrace with a sigh....

A look that lasted longer,

made me smile shy...

the glory, the joy, the life..

The twinkle of your eyes!!!

Unsung....

The sky shines down......
to envelope the rising stars....

those dreams at their birth...
were put to sleep....

the old and the new merged to become one...
the struggle between the two, challenging many beliefs...

so is the future weighing us down...?
or the past haunting our soul.....?

the past which didn't breathe....
the future- an endless hole....

so is the present irrelevant.....
or too distant to make a life??

answers so many....yet they elude....
new desires budding to bloom....

more blind can we be??
or blinded by the light of 'future' are we??

unsung song...it will remain...
till present remains, but a distant thought...

unloved it will remain...
the life of a dying a dream!