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, December 21, 2015
Looking back
Dead flowers died not in vain Pain poured in mute rain Looking at world to see nothing If only I back in time to make you mine
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