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.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Ramblings.....
After the moon sleeps it is, When night shivers to show its colours and when dawn begins to take hesitant steps... that is when my heart is full of dreams and my mind overflows with thoughts.
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