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  <title>Moments With Myself</title>
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  <description> The Moments I am ME. 
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   <title>The cherubic teacher</title>
   <description> The cherubic Teacher  
 
   A tear drop in those dark eyes was about to drop And if it did, her dampened eyes would make my heart stop  The scarlet lips were in a curve and about to wail  And when they would, my entire being would quail   Time came to a standstill. Or I wish it did. A Prayer I sent upwards  For this moment to go back or at least stay  One more moment and I would die For I could never bear to see her cry  The cherubic girl was in deep grief  And I had been the cause of this mischief  Being an adult only in a physical sense I lost touch with innocence and its essence  I prayed yet again for her smile to return And opened my arms to let the anguish burn   The dark eyes now were moist like dew And her scarlet lips with a smile anew   I am     </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1852&amp;blogId=325</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 23:44:08 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Resolve</title>
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 Resolve  
 
  My damaged wings I'd heal again and the failed flight I'd re- begin, My silent eyes'd speak like the volcano within and my strength'd flow like a river unhidden  I may fly close to the ground but I will fly again I won't be impeded after my essence I re-gain    </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1851&amp;blogId=325</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 22:42:21 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Early morning Phone call!</title>
   <description>  http://annshh.blogspot.com  
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 Early morning Phone call!  
 
 the morning comes with a soft glow my heart flutters from the memories aflow  the distance that is physical disappears by powers mystical  I feel your breath caressing me and your warmth in my entirety  you call up , i pick up the phone entering the powerful zone  of a physical distance and yet a presence of no touch yet a connected sense  your voice soothes me to the core and some times pains me and my eyes get sore  i know I love you but i feel beyond that I know I miss you even though you are my part  How do I tell you that touching you feels like touching a cloud? and feeling you I feel a strength of mountains so proud.  </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1849&amp;blogId=325</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 22:31:54 +0000</pubDate>   
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