Sunday, January 10, 2010
![]() 3 years back, I`m like this.. How you would chance upon me, in this most beautiful moment. For this, I have prayed to the heavens for 500 years. Prayed for our earthly fate. The heavens destined me as a tree, rooted aside the road of which you will walk. In the sunlight, flowers abloom. Each bloom, the hope of my past lives.. As you draw near, listen carefully... Those shivering leaves are the fervor of my anticipation. And as you finally walk passed disregardingly, behind you there falls. Friend, those aren`t flower petals. It is my withered heart... |
Yours Faithfully
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