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
Miscalculation
She thought a bit short term To leave me early… To hurt me not... I dreamt of longer term How to avoid death and not leave her…
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