Subtle Signs

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.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

sigh

"now you're back | You're coming home | Put on my coat | I'm out the door"

my best friend is home.

I can breathe again.

She Wrote

Meghana Naidu - 8:13 PM

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PULKIT10:29 PM
sweet and straight from the heart
god bless!
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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/

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