The wind smelled slightly of wood,
a piano key struck a different note.
As waves of music washed the room-
autumn lingered a little longer.
Gripped by a pensive mood,
on a faceless fable i dote.
As florid gold sunbeams defeat gloom-
faithless hope leaves me stronger.
I secretly pray my prayers hold good,
as hopeful autumn delays the peccant snow.
I wish i'd have enough to wish for wHen i should.
Perhaps faceless fables last longer than we know.
-aansh
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ahhh.......well good. But Ansh i think u have something inside u which u dont expose to the world,which u dont bring to the surface. It either hurts u or makes u happy ,but its a secret of urs which u never tell annyone.That's what i have perceived, tell me wheteher i m right or wrong ..........
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