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, January 06, 2010
Alternatives
People have alternatives They chose to love someone else and live happy Or let not go whom they love and die in searing pain Love hath no alternative It lives in life It lives after death too…
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