Ringlets of smoke, lost in the beauty of entwining each other.Then drifting apart, torn by their desire, and the pre-ordained fate.
That we all meet.
Eventually...
but the glory, for a few fleeting seconds;
is all that matters
in the end.
Life-Dance-Drama-Rain-Dark Chocolate-Regrets-Confessions..
“I can read women. But god damn you woman, you’re all over the place. If I could read you I’d be god” -David Flecha
11 love for me ..:
Very nicely worded dear.
nyc write up :)
i always fell ur writing pattern very incredible :)
Bliss won't be spelled that way and in such reverence if it were to happen on a day to day basis.
That is why I love the unknown. :P :)
True, its just a few moments that matter.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Hey niceeeeeeee blogggg :)
Verrryyyy niceeeee:D
awww that is true, even the few seconds can make years of memories for someone.
You can analyze every millisecond if one wants
That picture... gorgeousssss. The poem is quite lovely as well. Obviously I'm jealous of your blog.
:)
hey.. could not reply to your message .. seems like you also went gayab on facebook :) :)
the reply was.. may be you make the umbrella look good in the picture :P :P nice blog.. i hit follow.... if you come back alive on facebook.. i will add you .. :) :) good day
At times seconds could be cherished because of the bliss and years be cursed cuz of the pain.
Nice blog and you have got urself a brand new follower..:)
http://hamza-the-philosophaster.blogspot.com/
@ Lan: I am back on facebook :p I get gayab very often, get used to it :p
"Ringlets of smoke, lost in the beauty of entwining each other". Nice and rather sensual!. (Or may be it is just me, sensualizing everything that catches my fancy!)
And thanks for being a follower.
And those seconds can be worth it..
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