The thing is...
Time went byThings changed
Sometimes i wonder
Things would have been diffrent
But ofcourse,
Things are different
Things will be different
but only thing is
These things are not as i desired
not most of them
Things i felt was different
Things that understood was different
Yet the things are still there
but only thing is,
That thing has changed
and has become something...
Now that thing doesn't bother
That thing doesn't hurt
Because i learnt to accept that thing
as it comes
That thing is LOVE.
Poetry by uma
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Written on 2007-11-03 at 04:03
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