I breathed her spirit in,
'Twas divine,
Her stare to mine eyes,
Rendered me blind,
She is not mine,
In this life,
Or death,
But in the next,
She, I will find.
Tuesday, January 6
ek geet hijar da . . .
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Welcome, Ghosts!
the me
- Psychotic Philosopher
- Turning some dust-covered gears and animating my fingers to write, write, and write. It is through this writing that you and I can grasp up to the heavens of our own design, and sit for a while, enjoying the gentle passage of time, like two idle lovers caught up in the healthy currents of life.)
2 comments:
mmmmhmmmmm..impressive..
She is not mine,
In this life,
Or death,
But in the next,
She, I will find.
jabar lines hai bhai..
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