June 25, 2007


Words pour, reflected over walls of the world and the mind, they pour. With no complaints, I carry them around inside myself while that tender picture is missing.

Posted by Shervin at 12:07 AM | Comments (1)

June 12, 2007

Nostalgia 129

Is this nostalgically sentimental or sentimentally nostalgic that I believe that the trees which laid their kind shadow on us are our only mutual friends in real world?

Whisper the answer in nocturnal silence of your house. I would hear that. I would...for sure.

Posted by Shervin at 12:17 AM
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