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
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Last Moment
The day I sense that I would die Will you be kind enough to bid me good bye??? The day you think of me no more That’s the day I shall reach my end’s core…
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