in my youth i threw myself at your feet in torment for a love lost or found as time has aged the journeyed soul the yearning has become gentle persuasion
in all i see the passing by of all that i used to think and do memories still attached with strings of joy and pain like a puppet at times i dance
correct me if i am wrong or right the expression i give is where i reside now how can it be any other way for knowing expands into the knower and all that maybe known
like riddles that play the mind to understand is not the necessary end engagement in the search for the answer can be truth in itself .
guna 1
Posted - Mar 14 2017 : 04:44:20 AM
