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, January 23, 2017
Sadness
Even tears are not Clement They flow not free or honest Love is such a curse and predicament I live and die in every moment remaining
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