sometimes like sitting in a theater... <br />with strange characters uttering strange languages <br />sometimes like standing on a jagged shore <br />with tides sounding higher than my cries <br />sometimes like wandering in pathless woods <br />in search of weird, throbbed myself.... <br />sometimes like dusk is hiding behind the dawn <br />as a gash is soring day by day <br />sometimes like alone and facing the wind <br />as I see myself whenever I look for u <br />sometimes like writing a dirge, last time <br />as I am saying good bye to you <br /> <br /> 12/29/2005 5: 12 AMM<br /><br />irum inayat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-151/
