I have this recurring dream. I do not know what I pursue. May be it is the horizon, or just another illusion. I make it to the destiny and look into her eyes. The intoxication of her sight being as mesmerizing as it has always been, once again puts me to sleep!
Mar 27, 2013
Ecstasy of a poem
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"The meaning and ecstasy of a poem are more in the lines which are read, than in the lines which are written."
So does the truth of life! ?
ReplyDeleteWhat is a poem if not a subtle crystallization of life experiences?
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