Life Rummage

...Girls chase their beauty. Rapt at the influx, I rummage my life to find the meaning that can be tucked into the memorable... October 2006/ Let's Find Out Fragments of Joy and Sorrow

Friday, May 25, 2007

The Princess Of The Nocturnal Loneliness

The beautiful nocturne undresses my brimming dreams. I close my eyes to lose the bounded nakedness of her in the felt eternal. I can hear her invitation to the memorable that evades the arrest of thoughts. Limited in our capacity we recall the remnants of our oblivion. The princess was late for the tale. Will you be? Is your address my love?

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