*****A Poem by sushi
Happiness in the song I listen,
Freshness in the air I breath. Feet go tapping, Hand keeps writing, stories for "the final three hours". No more subject left Bye to the boring classes. Final day of exam I will graduate at the result. The swing is taking me high - front I stretch the legs to go further Smiley curve expands, cheeks turn pink The crackers have started to burst (within me) the bright color are visible in my eye. © 2011 sushiReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 3, 2011 Last Updated on January 3, 2011 AuthorsushiPune, IndiaAboutI landed here in an attempt to be myself and put out the thoughts in my mind. Its not some diary pages i scribble for the sake of writing, its my memories. Few, which i would preserve close to my h.. more..Writing
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