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
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Safe In Your Arms
Your embrace felt sweet and nice I wanted it once, twice and thrice Your palms on my cheeks felt warm and soft I wanted to let world run but not stop Your eyes sparkling kind and kindled I felt so safe in your wishes and will
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