dikxita

The fields are empty, the grass has grown. And the thorns do prick, my bare feet. My soul goes out, in search of you. But hardly do i find you, ...

A turn on the highway, Is where I stand. A gust of dust, And I am dirty again. How i wish for the rain, Every moment of my life. To ...

I saw the dawn cracking, the sunrays penetrating through the blinds. My eyes went searching to my wall clock; 5:30 it said. I closed my eyes yet another time, another ...