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
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Friday, January 07, 2011
Music
Music of missing pleasure
Melody morbid moaning in pain
Anger sears maddening rhythm
Waves of forgotten name
Fluits linked to languishing lungs
Lutes remembering bygone springs
Violins wailing weeping
Memories deep meandering
Piano pondering faded pride
Cello screaming and crying
Emptiness a mindless horror
Torture near… Solace so far
I miss your melodious voice M…
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