Intimate tears, that were in vain,
And then just Silence, one day came!
You walked away, mysteriously,
Never a word was left for me,
And so in emptiness I roam,
Knowing my heart, has lost its home.
Intimate tears, that were in vain,
And then just Silence, one day came!
You walked away, mysteriously,
Never a word was left for me,
And so in emptiness I roam,
Knowing my heart, has lost its home.
May come from a good film,That like a friend, travels with us,In plenty and in slim,Its glorious message, never dim.
Living passionsAre the Arts,A fluidity not rationedInstantly,Sets them apart.Life’s adventureAlways differentAs an ever burning hearth,Love, the feeling that inspiresAs the Artist’s inner firesBecome mirrors of his art.
Things fall into place,As they really should.
That will make you cry, find solace or contentment
Flashes of luminosityThat come and go,That won’t let goBeautiful Tragedy!
That Lifelong dream calledMe and You.Maybe or maybe not,The Force of Destiny,Counts for a lot.