enough
ways
to paint the
pictures
of things
I think
many go untampered
lost in the wind
and breeze of
sweet release
I tried to capture
some
a few
to be understood
though
it seems it's
never enough
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Seems like we write and write ....like a compass...we're on the right direction but never really satisfied...so we want to write more and more...I don't know!
Submitted:May 6, 2007 Reads: 214 Comments: 5 Likes: 0
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