Imagine a place, a quiet place,
Where silence reigns.
A silent field, ruffled by the quiet breeze,
The tall grass swayin to n fro.
On top the hill,
The old castle stands cold n silent.
Centuries it has seen,
Tales of war, tales of peace.
The sweet flute cries over yonder,
Its sounds ride the gentle wind.
A child sits in a quiet tree,
Gazin at the vast greens.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
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1 comment:
Reminds me of Manipal.>!!
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