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 20, 2015
Lost
The
coldness of your love dead Can’t be warmed with my embrace The depths of sorrow that pulled in Wont make me rise in life ever again
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