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, April 27, 2011
Notes
Bead of sweat mingled with pearl of tear Looks weak in smile trying to be near Whispers of anguish murmur bygone love quotes In your arms relaxing… I write death notes
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