It was never about
The cracks in the walls,
The drops in the pots,
The mist on the pane,
And the crevice in the curtain.
It was always about
The pain of the eyes,
The haze in the vision,
The brutality of the Zephyr,
And the depth in the madness.
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Now Playing: Plane | Jason Mraz
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6 comments:
Smooth read, good morning.
Thanks, Sourav
It carried a lot of meaning for 10 lines. Wish I could do that. :)
I am glad for ur appreciation.
Thanks, Rahul.
i love this 1 :)
Depth in the madness
Thousand faces.
One head.
Now that's a nightmare.
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