A white room. Four walls.
A cosmos nearly complete
but for pain & love.
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5 comments:
came here from fingers, loved every bit of it...and a question cropped up, don't u post a little too unfrequently :)
Thanks, adi. I agree that I post too infrequently lately -- I've spent the last year doing other things, and, let's face it, being undisciplined, after the previous year of 'post-a-day'. But I'm also savouring, and saving, new experiences. And dreaming...
hmmm
dreams to die for...
take care :)
dont know why i keep coming back to these words :)
I have been diggin through your archives, and I find this poem absolutely fantastic.
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