in indigo skies
the dying moon fades;
and as music dies,
all disappear;
into stoic nothingness.
Monday, November 02, 2009
deep down
in indigo skies
the dying moon fades;
and as music dies,
all disappear;
into stoic nothingness.
in indigo skies
the dying moon fades;
and as music dies,
all disappear;
into stoic nothingness.
all the love
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Ye voyeurs
- Meghana Naidu
- Bangalore, India
- Nothing compares to the allure and power of the written word. An architect, a writer,a poet, I enjoy the occasional photography Love animals and would hate to live in a world devoid of them Music gives expression to the lost thoughts deep within me.... \m/
5 smoke wisps:
Oh how I wish!!!
in nothingness
I would find myself
Into nothingness indeed.
I(we) could do with a little less of your disappearances though.
This is nice.
The music dies? Or transforms into the symphony that is the fading moon? The nothingness is nothing but a coda.
wow
such brevity and so much out of it..
I am reading more of u
meandering mind:
there's is no discovery in nothingness
and if one does find something in it, it is not natural,
unholy
i dont wish that on anyone
and least of all you
Merin:
<3
slash:
nothing is eternal
there can be no coming back from it
or
goign forward,
ever.
vikas:
take my advice, dont.
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