Priceless & Timeless You Are… (Miriam)

Words just spew from his mouth as he types them down from his computer, and while reading his words my Jaw drops! and I say to myself “how”. I am wondering how in the world he comes up with such beautiful thoughts and how it is that it he able to blend them all together to share a piece of his thoughts, as well as thoughts of others that are reading it.

I don’t know how to be a guest at a blog that comforts me like some of his poems that spoke to me during a difficult time in my life. He never knew what I was going through, but the words gave my heart a nice tight hug.

I have not known Vinay a very long time. We chat a little and we scrap on orkut, but when he sees me online he greets me with Hello Miriam how are you doing? (he seems to like my middle name more than I do)

I wish my words could touch him the way his has touched me, but I can no justice as he does.

Vinay, your kind and friendly gestures of love and friendship are appreciated so much. Your smile even though you do not think I can see it through the computer monitor is full of warmth. Your words are like a priceless Painting hanging up for all the world to come and see. At his blog we can come and get love and friendship in just one stop. We are able to cry tears and be showered with happiness, without even leaving our homes. These are rather simple pleasures, but given to us in your timeless regards.

Thank you for making me apart of your Blog anniversary, thank you for being a great friend as well as being yourself every time I see you online, you never change, your compliments builds esteem and your smile creates dreams of hope.

So when you see me the next time we are online together you will not have to say are doing alright today Miriam , You seem to be said, I will have to reply, Vinay you have made my day, with your gift of friendship and that smile you wear on your face…

Happy Blog-a-versary!

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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