Nov 29, 2010

ZIG-ZIAG



The slight whisper,

The heavenly twister,

And the smart punctuations of life;


The halts which I made,

The falls which I take,

Will resemble the mode of my cries;


He laughs and so do I,

We both tend to rejoice,

What I know is known by him,

And of! Course, nothing did he hide!



The One!

The one within me,  That hidden from you, but known to me, Struggling to cast out, Break free! He moves when I am still, H...