" What shall be the day's farewell whisperings to night,

Ere Sun's farewell whisperings to day's gentlest sight.

I havest listened to it many times,...

Standing in the shores in twilights.

At last I understand,

Every farewell whisperings hast the same soul ever;

Not other than the soul of love that sayth farewell never. "

Monday, 10 October 2011

Where t'was buried . ..


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Yesterday when I was walking in the sand searching for my lost heart, I saw footprints of someone who was just passed by. I followed the footprints and it lead me to the woods where I saw a girl standing near a tomb with a bunch of flowers in her hand. Looked at me, smiled and kept the flowers on tomb, she said, "Here, here its buried, the fountain of your love, your heart, you can not love anyone anymore". Smiled at me again and she left following the footprints I made. I stood alone for some moments, then falling upon the tomb of my forsaken heart, I wept.



 

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