Impervious we become, as immune as they come...nthng peirces d soul nemor,tears turnd nto icy shears...stone is the heart..engravngs vill wash with time..so will the hands that wrote..
Must v live on then?y might a dusty hope rekindle fires long graven?ashes fly.. misting d eyes
vere is d road I chose..to be here..on crossroads?
but then when did I even choose to walk on regrets..?
longings they ignored...hatred they bred..souls they chained and lashed..
"dey care"...yet?Ah.. LOVE...in thy name it be..
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Soaked in sins..paganous solace of noisomes of love,pure indulgence in the name of that heavenly exhilaration...the all consuming... ZAHIR
About Me
- Errant breeze
- Experimentalist cook, Poet, Nutritionist, foood lover and a writer who works with food for a living ;)
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