In quest of love |
by Thermidor Jhonny |
I slide along the edge of the stream, Crossing the narrow road leading to it, Search in the depth of the fussed ocean, To find the portion reserved for me! I wander throughout the universe, Tracking the silvery, sparkled stars. Conspicuously, I've was so exhausted, My naive heart chose not to surrender! I interrogate the reflective cloud, It points me to the house of obscurity, I hasten to go to the peaceful spot, There was not even the shadow of it! I had even walked out of boundaries, To know whether which direction it took, I crapped out and fell on the wrong road. However, I was hopeful and undismayed! Lastly, a quiescent mind appealing me, Thus, my heart plunges under the ocean, To strike the accuracy of the true love. Meanwhile, I hope that it will discern it! |
Is a Zebra black with white stripes? Or white with black stripes? -Broaden your view with different perspectives. You are what you read.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
in quest of love
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