Threads of time...
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Her Silence
Her silence is a weapon
Tearing my heart apart
God gifted her beauty
With mute silent heart
She could be an enigma
With no parallel near or far ..
Tearing my heart apart
God gifted her beauty
With mute silent heart
She could be an enigma
With no parallel near or far ..
Labels: Mute Beauty
posted by Nomade at 10:23 PM
1 Comments:
I am the first cheer of morning, I am the last chirp of evening, I am greeting travelling from heart to heart, I am the moonlight in the dark... I am fearless wind to which tree bows, but yet a creation of God not without flaws. When you call me a "friend"... Here all good and bad end... I will be NOTHING but only a FRIEND
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