Thursday, December 6, 2007

Boy

To be held in his arms,
Like a fragile vase.

Breakable, yet secure.

Because.
To be held in his arms
Is to be held
Suspended in time.

The world stops in a heartbeat.
His. Hers. Then - theirs.

And he has absolutely no clue he can do that much.
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  1. The WanderlustFebruary 29, 2008 at 10:34 PM

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    Anjana

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