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, March 03, 2010
Famished... Need You Mach
Thirsty for your love lost I had to drink my own tears… Hungry for your sweet words I nourished on my own solitude…
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