Saturday, June 12, 2010
I did not stay.
I packed and went alone upon the highway
As we all depart once from ourselves
To find ourselves.
To our old dreams again.
Trusting in the future.
And that my passion’s lengthy road
Not uselessly I travelled…
Last night you wrote your sonnets in Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and I ...
Look what happens with a love like that- it lights up the whole sky. ~Hafiz~ Picture:Google
the waxen face of moon melting in the pool of tears like snow in my palms © Nazia J
if I hold my breath, if I become very, very still: if I stop breathing; if I just stop breathing... will I hear you calling me, f...