The other day, I was wondering,
if life is what it seems;
over-powering and clairvoyant
yet, enveloped in dreams!
Fine sand slips through
within my toes, at the shore,
Life's givin its best,
why then, asking for more?
As some pebbles slide below
the sole of my feet,
Inspired by the depth of Ocean,
clarity and dreams meet!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Hold My Hand
Came across this beautiful piece....long ago. And everytime I read it, it feels nice...
Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared, so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."
Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared, so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."
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