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, January 04, 2010
Wounds
Numbing silence gripped my wounded heart
Words of hatred tore my world apart
Love is neither killed nor poisoned
Faith lost within her…made her lose reasons…
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