Children of Love
Lost!
in the wildreness of life
we sit holding our hands together
our dreams tall as Himalayas
have fallen into a ditch below.
We had cuddled ourselves
when the snow poured
Entwined our bodies
in the darkest nights
Today ,our hands hardly touch
our soul hardly speek
our minds tossed in a wild sea
sways in a hurricane
we are living bodies
of a dead dream
we are children of love.
Lost!
in the wildreness of life
we sit holding our hands together
our dreams tall as Himalayas
have fallen into a ditch below.
We had cuddled ourselves
when the snow poured
Entwined our bodies
in the darkest nights
Today ,our hands hardly touch
our soul hardly speek
our minds tossed in a wild sea
sways in a hurricane
we are living bodies
of a dead dream
we are children of love.
posted by peter ivan at 5:17 AM
3 Comments:
'Today ,our hands hardly touch
our soul hardly speek
our minds tossed in a wild sea
sways in a hurricane
we are living bodies
of a dead dream"
...........I sure do know that feeling,went through it many a times ,Mr.Ivan,though,much diviated and side tracked,i am gald i reached here to your blogs.
Dead bodies of a living dream :)
Am happy that you started writing again
cheers
Wow!
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