Friday, December 18, 2015

This place

How different my world to yours, yet we cross paths
How noisy your talk, yet a silent blip in my ether
Such tinsel around you, yet shaded full my view
We had to meet. So, i know and so you know
Span of our lives is more than one world
Tang in our days, flavors multitude
We had to speak and together its a song. So, everyone knows
The result of our thinking - gift to mankind
Chiselling at the frontiers -new world for all

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