Friday, July 15, 2011

P A R A D I S E

i miss the running water
and the warmth within the rainy day 
playing the curvy guitar
the sweet scent of incense
the smell of fresh sauteed garlic and pepper
and random sentences that lingers the past

i know its only a mind trick
only fools who will believe that it will drift so far
i wish to return to the real world 
soon before i lose my sanity

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