When the night
seems too long...
when the heart
beats no sound...
when the hands
become cold...
and you find
yourself alone...
play the music
that you love most...
dance and dance
till you drop dead...
dance on the snow
till, The End
of the show...
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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...
3 comments:
first learn to dance...............
When the night
seems too long...
when the heart
beats no sound... what that means? ur dead.
'when the heart beats no sound...'
doesn't necessary means you are dead...
n who says you need to learn to dance?
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