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, March 11, 2011
You Are My Pride
I wear my bleeding scars in pride Troughs and crests I dive in and ride I move on but fill not her love’s void My love for her spreads wings and I glide
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