- Why does the dark horizon
Or a lonely water-drop on a grey leaf
Remind me of a forgotten past.
And why does the mind
Inescapably visit those unvisited corners
Just to check there is nothing,
Though it knows there is nothing.
Does melancholy hold an
Inexplicable happiness the mind loves?
Footprints in the sands of time
Measured steps to be washed away by a thoughtless wave
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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Life is a string of broken images
--- T.S. Eliot
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