Is it the wait,
for the unexpected joy,
to end the song of the solitary walk?
Is it the wait,
for the words of silence,
to fill the holes on the edge of the abyss?
Is it the wait,
for the dagger of emotions,
to push itself out from the scabbard of fears?
Or is it simply the wait,
to live the feeling,
of these thoughts?
for the unexpected joy,
to end the song of the solitary walk?
Is it the wait,
for the words of silence,
to fill the holes on the edge of the abyss?
Is it the wait,
for the dagger of emotions,
to push itself out from the scabbard of fears?
Or is it simply the wait,
to live the feeling,
of these thoughts?
2 comments:
The most beautiful thing about it is reflection of togetherness - beyond distances. And the comprehension in silence exalts the companionship. It remains a prized possession always! :)
-deepti.
@anonymous...
Thanks a lot ! I hope you liked it ..
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