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, October 11, 2009
sweet life
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.
in love with your simplicity.
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ReplyDeleteThis is what your writing did. :)
nice..:)
ReplyDeleteYes... Sweet love....Always resulting in a sweet life..**sigh** :)
ReplyDelete@girl who wrote a book:
ReplyDeleteyour 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 :)
ReplyDelete@harini
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Very sweet indeed :)
ReplyDeleteIt is the desire that makes it effortless :)
Sweet and lovely. :)
ReplyDeleteYour blog covers every emotion known to me. Seriously.