Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Friday, August 09, 2013
Separation
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
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