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
Tuesday, June 06, 2017
Hope
Lies covered the wounds of truth
Love unjust… found its ruse
Be happy… cry not oh stupid fool
Who knows if she comes, before deaths toll
(if you remember... in the year 2005... June 6th........ xxxxxxxxxxxxx)
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