Touch me, while i'm warm
Feel me, while i have life
O people of my world!
See me, while i play.
Because sooner, oh yes! sooner,
I will not be warm,
I will not be playing,
I will not be living.
But will be asleep.
That peaceful sleep,
Everyone desires.
O dear people of my world!
I must correct you as you say,
It's never the other way,
But death is a gift,
And life keeps it away.
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On D Shore
Dance is the Song... the Wind... the Freedom... Dance is the Hidden Language of the Soul...
Endless
On D Shore
Followers
My few lines...
Like Wind that cannot be captured...
Like Sand that flows through...
Like depth of Ocean that cannot be measured...
Like gushing Rivulet that surges askew...
Heart lives...
Profound, Time Unbound...
Like Sand that flows through...
Like depth of Ocean that cannot be measured...
Like gushing Rivulet that surges askew...
Heart lives...
Profound, Time Unbound...
Yahoo!
It’s not how you forget,
but how you forgive…
It’s not how you listen,
but how you understand…
It’s not how you see,
but how you feel…
It’s the two souls touching,
without a blend.
The two flanking fingers of the hand…
It’s the hold you have,
without the grip...
The true love in all hardships...
but how you forgive…
It’s not how you listen,
but how you understand…
It’s not how you see,
but how you feel…
It’s the two souls touching,
without a blend.
The two flanking fingers of the hand…
It’s the hold you have,
without the grip...
The true love in all hardships...
1 comment:
yup - death, teh eternal sleep :) loved the way you portrayed the beauty of death
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