And she saw that big-large moon in her dream. It had a halo too; a shadow bigger than the actual big-large moon. Yes, it was that hour; some time of that night. It was the day in the night; so bright. All she did was, she stood there elated 😊
Random thoughts..fond memoirs..creeping melancholy..spiteful wrath..jubilant happiness..love hues..dreams..rain.. romance..rhyme..music.. gravitas.. everything towering into a methodical architecture for everyone else to comprehend!!
"That is why I write- to try to turn sadness into longing and solitude into remembrance"
-Paulo Coelho
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
Haze..
There was, there was, there was so much to say;
Seldom did she speak and if a tiny bit...
There is, there is, there is a sparkling moon she seeks;
Always did it light her clouded mind and that all of it...
So she waits, waits for the day to fade to know the story's end..
This night-shine knows how'll the next dawn break-With the tears of Love or broken heart !
Seldom did she speak and if a tiny bit...
There is, there is, there is a sparkling moon she seeks;
Always did it light her clouded mind and that all of it...
So she waits, waits for the day to fade to know the story's end..
This night-shine knows how'll the next dawn break-With the tears of Love or broken heart !
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