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epilogue I

the dervish
mixed medium on oil paper

typing fingers

restless head cannot think much but just type.

without much meandering. the mind tends to teander. and think it is weander.

the words do not much but the words twist and turn in the head. making it sound interesting.

so taking the license to 'poetry' or more so 'poetic license', i continue to write or type!!

the fingers just wish to type without thinking much, letting words form their own melody.

bloggers abouting

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bliggeribish!!!

Hush Baby

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7usKzO0se0

stars

When the stars touch the sky.
I sit on the rooftop.
Looking at the sky go blue.
Singing a new song.
Thinking a new melody.
Hoping a new breathe.
A twinkle touches the ray of moon sky.
A new star is born…