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Of those days
we lived and live for
when all dreams realized
all lives touched and loved
all eyes and lips embraced
all Gods petrified in awe
of the wonders of men
who lived the dreams of all
and loved none other
when the days come
we cherish true hearts
like midnight musicians
whom we never face
like lovers far away
whose stories we learn
in geist and hunger
reminiscent of the day
when they danced
and captured souls
like none other
never again masters
like you will be born
true legends
come live forever
be among those
who lived forever




"true legends
come live forever
be among those
who lived forever"

So well said....Very nice..The entire essence is felt!! Good one buddy! :)
Haider Droubi said…
nice words..nice images
Grafxgurl said…
hello :) thanks for visiting my blog.. welcome anytime... wow! you're very interested in ....the " other world" or .. arent you....
Nirek said…
poem nalla irukku!
Keshi said…
me not a legend but I hope my memory will live forever in some hearts :)

Jeevan said…
Nice Poem bro!
Ghost Particle said…
Thanx guys!

This is a tribute to kamalhassan...

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