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 ..


posted by Nomade at 10:23 PM


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

February 12, 2009 at 1:24 PM  

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