I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Monday, September 14, 2009
Dead Rose
A rose cut off from its stem Makes a girl in love happy… When it wilts… it’s thrown away Then it dies alone…
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