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, August 03, 2015
Goodbye
The tear
that I anticipate not on my demise Shall be the treat of blessing on cadaver lifeless The grief that lived despondent shall smirk at me Shall be the final witness to see my passage impassive
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