The Swiss Tales :)

Long winding roads,

Little yellow and white flowers like daisies,

Laughing and swaying and playing

with the wind.

Serene, pristine blue lake water,

Cute chalets on the fresh green grasslands,

The cows grazing and the cow bells going,

Tang-da-dang

ta-dang.

A dream that i dreamt,

I read and I imagined

But this time I travelled,

And I saw,

I touched,

I felt,

And I lived :)

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shreya sawant said…

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August 21, 2012 at 12:41 PM

shreya sawant said…

for a minute... i felt as if i was there wid u... :-)

August 21, 2012 at 12:54 PM

Meenal said…

I have the same feeling dear, rolling down the soft slopes...your words are like daffodiills....like music!! :-)

August 24, 2012 at 3:27 AM

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