There is a pleasure in the pathless woods

There is rapture on the lonely shore

There is society where none intrudes

By the deep sea and music in its roar…

I love not man the less, but nature more

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be or have been before

To mingle with the Universe and feel

What I can never express yet cannot conceal.

From brethren to lovers

From friend to lovers

From stranger to lovers

Every cursed soul shall pay

Tears of blood with them forever shall stay

For ones who stood by me

For ones who healed me

For ones soul I touched

For ages which resides in me

Though had glass house inside

Remains of dead shall stay alive

Days will come when eyes shall close

Then I witness the moments reincarnate and enclose.

“The old dreams were good dreams, they didn’t work out but glad I had it.” from The Bridges of Madison County by Clint Eastwood.

For P.

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written by Pavalamani Pragasam, October 28, 2009

Beautiful and truthful!

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