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Sounds of Footsteps

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Sounds of Footsteps

I hear footsteps at my door …
I wait…
I pray…
But no one comes in.

Two pairs of shoes
Slip inside the room
Forget to bolt the door
A touch shivers my body
I turn back
Thinking my prayers are heard at last
But – What! No one
Was it a dream then?

Again
The sounds of footsteps I hear
I fear…
Two pairs of shoes
Slip inside the room
Only to vanish again somewhere
I open my eyes with a sigh
But I don’t bolt the door…

I wait…
I pray…
They come
And go
But…
Still I hope
I believe
In the sounds of footsteps.
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Mr Happy said…
after a while u wrote a poem and that too a gud one,ur believing is everything!!!
October 6, 2009 at 1:25 AM
@ngel ~ said…
llolzz..!! hmm thank you for understanding me !!!
October 6, 2009 at 1:55 AM
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