happy is when,
seven hours later,
you still have
a million
things to say;
and when
a smile
is all it'll take;
to say it all,
for now.
I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
9 smoke wisps:
in love with your simplicity.
:)
This is what your writing did. :)
nice..:)
Yes... Sweet love....Always resulting in a sweet life..**sigh** :)
@girl who wrote a book:
your words hold more implications than you'd probably guess
thank you :)
@bond babe
oh wow, that's really quite wonderful! thank you :)
@periwinkle
thank you and hi :)
@ashes
it does! it does :)
Its sweet and simple :)
@harini
:)
Very sweet indeed :)
It is the desire that makes it effortless :)
Sweet and lovely. :)
Your blog covers every emotion known to me. Seriously.
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