Mark Knopfler : Postcards from Paraguay. made me write something.
Mounds of sand, nothing alive for miles Like Atacama, nothing but nothing all surround Futile, yet the heart chased a thirst Found an oasis, crawled to it, and breathed its last With open eyes, peering into that mirage Like so many of the same it had witnessed and walked to And all that walk ever did was weaken that thirst bearer Causing its demise, its fall A lifeless body, it’s back to the heavens In death too, staring into the oasis As if wishing the mirage shall move And in a way bring life back For the heart that doomed itself Foolish it seems, yet the heart could never think There was a purpose it was made A purpose it should have learnt to understand And give up, when it sees so many around It is to love, break, bleed and die =================================== So many reasons why…
Heard Mark Knopfler: Post cards from Paraguay.. made me write something. =================================== Mounds of sand, nothing alive for miles Like Atacama, nothing but nothing all surround Futile, yet the heart chased a thirst Found an oasis, crawled to it, and breathed its last With open eyes, peering into that mirage Like so many of the same it had witnessed and walked to And all that walk ever did was weaken that thirst bearer Causing its demise, its fall A lifeless body, it’s back to the heavens In death too, staring into the oasis As if wishing the mirage shall move And in a way bring life back For the heart that doomed itself Foolish it seems, yet the heart could never think There was a purpose it was made A purpose it should have learnt to understand And give up, when it sees so many around It is to love, break, bleed and die =================================== So many reasons why…
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Just cleaning up.. hey you dont write poetry anymore!
Caught in the pursuit of materialistic things...there's no time to let the poetry flow.
Leave behind that url as comment...shudnt hv deleted it
http://23miles.blogspot.com/2006/07/idle-in-july.html
Mark Knopfler : Postcards from Paraguay.
made me write something.
Mounds of sand, nothing alive for miles
Like Atacama, nothing but nothing all surround
Futile, yet the heart chased a thirst
Found an oasis, crawled to it, and breathed its last
With open eyes, peering into that mirage
Like so many of the same it had witnessed and walked to
And all that walk ever did was weaken that thirst bearer
Causing its demise, its fall
A lifeless body, it’s back to the heavens
In death too, staring into the oasis
As if wishing the mirage shall move
And in a way bring life back
For the heart that doomed itself
Foolish it seems, yet the heart could never think
There was a purpose it was made
A purpose it should have learnt to understand
And give up, when it sees so many around
It is to love, break, bleed and die
===================================
So many reasons why…
Heard Mark Knopfler: Post cards from Paraguay.. made me write something.
===================================
Mounds of sand, nothing alive for miles
Like Atacama, nothing but nothing all surround
Futile, yet the heart chased a thirst
Found an oasis, crawled to it, and breathed its last
With open eyes, peering into that mirage
Like so many of the same it had witnessed and walked to
And all that walk ever did was weaken that thirst bearer
Causing its demise, its fall
A lifeless body, it’s back to the heavens
In death too, staring into the oasis
As if wishing the mirage shall move
And in a way bring life back
For the heart that doomed itself
Foolish it seems, yet the heart could never think
There was a purpose it was made
A purpose it should have learnt to understand
And give up, when it sees so many around
It is to love, break, bleed and die
===================================
So many reasons why…
always nice to visit the space and read your words...infact template reminds me of another blogger R admired and introduced me to
Desperado @ Talking abt R.Nash are we? And what kind of templates were those?
Desperado@ Your blog no longer exists?! Plz pass me the new url of your blog
Anonymous@ Beautiful poetry....mounds of sand
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