You live in those places in me
From where memory is first born
Where thoughts unfettered by fate
And untouched by destiny
Takes birth on its own free will
And lives on with a single desire
The desire to be one
Nothing else that matters
For me you have been a traveler The one who rides the oceans and the big blue seas Seeking experiences That can be framed into postcar...
If I could do a Neruda, You would have smelt of summer roses And Autumn pine. There would have been sheer love Of the kind that causes o...
When it was time for her to go, it was also time for me to let go. Once an irritant is washed out, they say you can start seeing better imm...
You don't have to tell me. I just know. Its that little sniffle that comes through The unexplained pauses The slow responses I know...