tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88940936921676900672011-06-16T12:23:57.144-07:00Dreams are simply the realities of life...RaEnUkHA DeVihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686692436956010694noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894093692167690067.post-21976775261112060892011-04-08T07:08:00.003-07:002011-04-08T07:08:54.931-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>There she stood, down the alley,</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>nothing more than a vague outline of her</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>darkness rose to control and light faded away</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>all i could reminisce &nbsp;was her her pale white face, but never her name</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>her smile was bright as moon light, soft as snow.</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>her cheeks was puff, her hair was curled</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>i stood long trying staring at her,</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>she turned and smiled,&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>and she whispered, the name's Renu.</b></span></div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Thank you so much Aravin it's really a wonderful poem....</i></b></span></div></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894093692167690067-2197677526111206089?l=renustirious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RaEnUkHA DeVihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686692436956010694noreply@blogger.com