that it's not about the beginning, it's not about the ending, it's all about the journey!
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I can tell stories of inanima... read more
When i look into the mirror i see,
reflections of a time when all was green and lavender,
when the breeze would whisper the songs of yonder,
of a place of magic and mystery and wonder,
of a bridge of timber on a stream flowing under,
upon came a night of blood and thunder,
painted in yellow and red the bridge came asunder,
the ants and the mites them both were offender,
of all that remains is the question to ponder,
When i look into the mirror i see,
glory of the past fading in the glowing ember,
but something made me reconsider,
it was a patch of green and lavender.-
चारों तरफ मुसलसल ख़ामोशी,
तूने मुझे ही क्यों बांटी है?...
...ये ऊंची दीवारें जो तूने यूहीं बनाई हैं,
उसकी मज़बूती से हारने की सच्चाई है|
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1. People who complain about everything that goes down in their lives.
2. People who don't want to talk about what's really bothering them.-
Show me the life,
give it meaning,
that leads me,
afar from home.-
Crawling slowly,
serpent of light,
reveal forgotten path,
through the serpent's gaping mouth.-