Tuesday, March 20, 2012

From the lonely traveller's backpack..

As often as the little rain droplets fall, trickling down the glass of the window,
As often as the wind breezes, sending clouds of dust just below my knee,
As often as the moon reddens like a chunk of cheese hung tantalizingly in the sky,
As often as the gentle scent of the jasmines wafts across the walk,
As often as tiny little frogs leap out of the grass,
As often as I hear the clank of the hammer against the steel, of great buildings being built,
So often I think of you,
So often I count my blessings,
So often I feel that there isn’t a soul happier or luckier than I am…

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