Anything that is called "beautiful" is not drawn which geometric scaling, there is some imperfection which adds to the extra beauty to the nature.This is an effort to acknowledge the Imperfections.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
A love story
He whistled at me,I stared at him He tried to get in, I slammed the door I said "I hate you" , he said "Accept me" He played the flute,sometimes the Sax.. but I stayed locked for months He changed himself to a spring time wind to enter my heart...
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