A traveller without his destination.
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My Journey from your heart
Fishing alone in the desert.
When actions break my legs
I feel, my heart begsto cry aloud, my voice to keep-my tears away from you to peep.
What love means to me?
A limbless grip, bindingPairs of distant souls together.A fragrant glue, stickingTo both the ends of the world.A silent path, bridgingThe gaps of loving hearts.And a crime, killingEvery probable existence of hatred anywhere!
Beauty lies in the deeds,
We are judged by friends.
Droplets of tear drop often
Spoons never taste the dish.
A sky of winter afternoon
Someone stills the heart beats.