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, July 05, 2010
Senses Severed
Can’t see tears seeping off my eyes Feel them… just slide rapid saying good bye… Can see life bleeding from vein mine cut Love your left too… Like a windblown kite…
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