Saturday, 2 April 2011


You may belive it so
           fabricating every word
 yet the beleif ís that
                    I will embrace every sigh

 You may feel like passing through; differently
              but just as wind pass
     your vital
          to my ego

Next time you sit and question
    what sails through my mind
                     like a fishermans worries
  I maximum for you

Until the wind stops.

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