The stone lay there untouched by the streaks of a palm. The wind only swivels around it. Water never reaches it. Light only dissipates shapely shadows below it.
Every stone however has a story to tell.
Every stone however has a story to tell.
Sometimes I feel Sometimes I crave Sometimes I mind Sometimes I listen Sometimes I cry Sometimes I hope Sometimes I crib Sometimes I dream Sometimes I gawk Sometimes I love Sometimes I blame Sometimes I aspire Sometimes I laugh Sometimes I blink Am I dizzy? Yes, I am
1 Comments:
Back after a long long time!
Profound and alomost poetic. Liked this one.
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