Thursday, December 30, 2010

three sixty five

one last time from two thousand ten
we walk out to the bend
looking down far below
so many miles in these three sixty five

the journey that looms
the sights unseen
hoping for sunrays and peace
wonder how many miles in the next three sixty five
at

Ek Sach

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