"amazing how such turmoil can be there in a silent night...thoughts inside the nutshell of an artist that can't be held tight for long enough that silence is the only space for the undefined matter"
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Where art thou, My life's love?
I have searched thee for long, Thou I hath prayed for many nights. I haven't dreamed of thee, but once; Thy face, since then I hath hoped to see.
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