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 08, 2016
Sinner
A bleeding thumb That wipes a flowing tear For a heart that's crucified So high above every sinner
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