Every morning
The orange streak of the Sun
Peeks in through the window
Announcing the dawn of a new day
Strewn with challenges and bridges to overcome.
As I make my way
Through yet another lovely day
Weaving along the labrynth
Focussed and Determined
Brushing past some hitches
Struggling over the others
It's in my nature
To let my sprits soar
Surpassing all that He has in store
Trudging along the path of life
Seeking the ultimate
Happiness,Satisfaction,Joy.....
Aarti @ 28/3/05
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