A New Beg!n!ng

Old photographs.
Good times.
Smiling faces,
Wish they could be ever lasting.
The ring.
The wedding gown.
First anniversary card.
The fake gifts.
Faded memories,
Dripping tears.
A matchstick.
Hardly a few seconds.
Burn it all away.
Wash them out.
Stand up strong,
It's not the end of the world!

Also, check out this new site I've joined. http://kreativegirls.blogspot.com/
Take care!
*HugZz*

Comments

  1. OpaqueJune 6, 2009 at 4:05 AM

    Different from your other previous posts. It is very good! Keep it up! Precise and intense!

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  2. VictoriaJune 6, 2009 at 10:06 AM

    very good, i liked it! :)

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  3. AnonymousJune 6, 2009 at 12:39 PM

    one of ur veryy best !!!!

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  4. JackJune 7, 2009 at 2:44 AM

    Juhi,

    Pain at having to overcome old memories has been brought out very nicely. Will visit your new site soon.

    Take care

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  5. DiyaJune 7, 2009 at 12:54 PM

    Thats the spirit girl :)
    I liked it. :)

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  6. AbbyJune 7, 2009 at 1:07 PM

    Pretty poem! Found your blog off kreativegirls. Keep on writing!

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  7. TabithaJune 7, 2009 at 7:30 PM

    Hi Juhi

    Nice one :)

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  8. Hemanth PotluriJune 7, 2009 at 7:50 PM

    nice :)..

    urs..hemu..

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  9. LydiaJune 10, 2009 at 5:28 AM

    new post up! Check it if you can

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  10. KaylaJune 13, 2009 at 9:24 PM

    I loved that! It was sooo good!

    :D

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  11. NotionJune 16, 2009 at 7:49 AM

    that was short but with so much emotion, i like that

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