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, October 12, 2009
Quandary
Flowers looking so young and fresh… Know not if they caress the lips of a lover… Or stand tall beside a dead mortal in mourning…
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