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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
It flows in the blood
the soul, within
Restlessness.
A thirst.
The need to move on
wherever, life may lead.
The moments of love
and the things unsaid.
Whispers under the
starlit sky,
lazy mornings, tender
still, I can’t stay
Wandering into the
desert, endless.
Swimming to the deeper sea.
Away from the faces,
voices and
the sepia memories
Keeping the vows,
the promises,
I cherish.
Yet move on, I must
breaking the strings
Living life
to the fullest,
happy, in my skin.
Starting something new, everyday
and sometimes, finish.
© 2010 by Chhaya. All rights reserved
PS: the image is my own.
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