"when i die i would want my poems to live on..and people to read them again and again..and laugh and be happy ..even if i be forgotten.."
I love to eat, I love to drink, / I love to sleep, I love to dream, / The more I think or so it seems, / There are no end to my love it seems. / / I have always thought, at times a lot, / but then again I soon forgot, / For me a life never quite ends with a dot, / For it soon changes like a wild moth.… sign in to read more »
Why, how and when / the moon arose and came the rain? / Moments passed seldom last, / but leaves a trail of questions why, how and when / / As day so dawns many a child seat in lawns, / and driven by dreams draw pictures unseen, / giving a unicorn a lions mane, / when grown a man he looks and smiles, / why… sign in to read more »
For me my life was always aimless, / and yes at times I find myself in the crowd faceless, / but yet with dreams that are often baseless, / I still believe sun, wind and rain to be priceless. / / Yes and truly life is a race for countless by countless, / and it does run on and on tireless, / but I have… sign in to read more »
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