IT'S ONLY ME. AND, I WROTE THIS FOR ONLY YOU. FOR I AM BUT, ANOTHER YOU.
Sunday, 6 May 2012
The Child From Everywhere
"Home is where the heart is" or at least so he was told.
So he broke his into pieces. And then powdered it to dust.
Then sprinkled it across the world, till it was everywhere.
your words are simply beautiful and haunting at the same time.
I think I came across some of the heart dust he sprinkled the other day. It is still going around, trying to spread love even in the most dismal places. Crushing his heart did not go to waste.
your words are simply beautiful and haunting at the same time.
ReplyDeleteI think I came across some of the heart dust he sprinkled the other day. It is still going around, trying to spread love even in the most dismal places. Crushing his heart did not go to waste.
That's gratifying to hear. At least not all was wasted :)
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