LOVE
Never, in any time
Nor places,
Nor a smile,
Nor dance,
Nor help,
Nor life,
And it is me.

With lonely hands, standing silence
And with the matter of fact,
Love you; with his lonely times
With his nothing that he has,
And with smiles that never seen_

How can I say more words?
When you are far in the distance,
And there is no gate here . . .

Soodaroo
2004-05-28
2:24 AM







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