Come love, keep your hand on my handAnd your lips on my lipsLet the clouds that lean against the skyCome down in torrents
Down the dust-laden pathsLet incessant rain bathe the treesAnd drown the voices of the birdsIn the mirror of a forlorn river in some dense forestLet your face be anglow, drenched in sweat
This blog has been witness to my journey, I`ve cried, I`ve laughed, but, mostly I`ve LIVED through this blog.
1 comment:
"In the mirror of a forlorn river"..
i used to think words shower like a rain on you, now I think words are released like sweat from you...
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