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Strangers We are

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Ardonida
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0 posted 05-19-2000 06:14 PM       View Profile for Ardonida   Email Ardonida   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ardonida

The person I am writing this to, is a special friend of mine, yet we have not met. I am only back online for two days now due to illness, but this poem I am writing for her, and those who know her, will know that she is special.
TO Tessa,

In my darkest moments of fear,
I heard your voice,
You were near.

Strangers we are,
yet joined by the soul,
The Godesses' way of making me whole.

Never did you turn away the knocks,
the one I send to your eternal door,
strangers we are, yet, strangers no more.

You teach me of life,
of living as such,
for you nothing is too much.

You are a stranger,
I know you not by looks,
but what you share cant be learned in books.

Thank you stranger,
thank you freind of mine,
thank you for throwing me a lifeline!
A.

© Copyright 2000 Ardonida - All Rights Reserved
Sudhir Iyer
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since 04-26-2000
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Mumbai, India : now in Belgium


1 posted 05-19-2000 06:30 PM       View Profile for Sudhir Iyer   Email Sudhir Iyer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sudhir Iyer

I felt for a finger to hold,
You held me by my hands, in your arm
though we never met, a gesture of pure gold,
May our pure friendship never come to any harm...

Thats how friendships are built, ardonida,
Your new found friend will be very glad to know what you feel and what you have written. Good Work.

Regards,
Sudhir

 Life is like a painting,
That in an art gallery is left hanging,
Though many come just to look at it,
A very few actually come to enjoy it.


[This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 05-19-2000).]
 
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