A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape, they sound like beautiful music.
| Kierkegaard
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012
You came into my life but just like an eagle after kissing the earth, you soar high away from my eyes .I wish to hear your heart beat again , just i do not know when.......
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