Thursday, 3 May 2012


She talks, always prompt in reply,
While words typed move in delight,
We do not feel how far we do reside,
We enjoy talking, with love and smile.

We share feeling going dense inside,
She is miracle, how beautifully prescribed,
She makes me swim in oceanic floor,
Web page becomes deep sense, fine.

I love to live in great peers,
So as to trust on her aspiring dreams,
Let everything to implore body and mind,
I am mingling in her wonder of things.

I never find darkness in her impulse,
We are friends, in bonds of web doorstep,
The virtue lives in seeds of love units,
Those are grown inside soul, in rule of life.

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