It takes a lot to dig and dig into the past, things buried so deep, thoughts that have taken the roots long long ago, pages of the books all effaced, petals preserved that will crack if they are lifted, post it's which would go into unsolved puzzles of the world, all but self that carry the scent of the old ink, songs that were never sung, poems that were never published, letters that were never mailed --- that's Me and the Me that Myself struggle to battle everyday.He's dangerous, silent and a pro.
Saturday, 20 December 2008
I DO WHAT I'M TRAINED TO DO
Caution : Do not read until this caution is taken off
It takes a lot to dig and dig into the past, things buried so deep, thoughts that have taken the roots long long ago, pages of the books all effaced, petals preserved that will crack if they are lifted, post it's which would go into unsolved puzzles of the world, all but self that carry the scent of the old ink, songs that were never sung, poems that were never published, letters that were never mailed --- that's Me and the Me that Myself struggle to battle everyday.He's dangerous, silent and a pro.
It takes a lot to dig and dig into the past, things buried so deep, thoughts that have taken the roots long long ago, pages of the books all effaced, petals preserved that will crack if they are lifted, post it's which would go into unsolved puzzles of the world, all but self that carry the scent of the old ink, songs that were never sung, poems that were never published, letters that were never mailed --- that's Me and the Me that Myself struggle to battle everyday.He's dangerous, silent and a pro.
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