3rd April, '09
A fistful of dreams,
punched into my face,
a sparkle in my eyes,
a mouth filled
with broken teeth,
a life of pathless roads,
a sky outlined
with rainbows,
that turn into clouds
as I shut my eyes.
Funny, I thought life was a tune,
funny, I thought dreams were meant to be lived.
Looking Away
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. . . that story does not make sense. Babies can “report their experience”
and they do. They do so loudly. Persuasively. The “medical establishment”
appare...
1 week ago
Nice
ReplyDeleteUzma