Monday, July 22, 2013

Songs are everyday, every moment...

Songs You turn me
Everyday
Every moment,

Dreams You inspire
Without tire
Every  second
Every mili kind,

And births do You give
To me
Like a surrender
And an awesome triumph...
Every minute
Of a  deal
An ordeal-
Of life,
Of an unfelt
Limitlessness...
Felt on skin though...
And
On
Every part of me...
Turning
Me
Within

On.

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