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, May 25, 2015
Family
End of the day I wish to be a baby among my parents
End of the night I wish be a brother to my siblings
End of my imagination I wish to be loved by a girl
innocent
End of my life I die in tears knowing she betrayed but I
loved
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