Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.
Rabindranath Tagore.
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I sleep on a bed made
with tears .
I hug the pillow stuffed
with thorns .
Yet I open
doors to
another dawn…
my senses
seeking
your touch
your scent
your feel
and strangely…..
I begin to breathe.
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.
Rabindranath Tagore.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I sleep on a bed made
with tears .
I hug the pillow stuffed
with thorns .
Yet I open
doors to
another dawn…
my senses
seeking
your touch
your scent
your feel
and strangely…..
I begin to breathe.