"It's hard to breathe in the city
It's easier to drink
Come to my house, we'll sit in the dark
And try not to think
About the green fields, the way the land feels"
- Dawn Landes
and they sat there talking of their utopia's little realizing how close they had become... she stood their scared and wondering as her mind did li'l somersaults... it was uncertain... she did not want to break away...
3 comments:
Just breathe...
Another figment of imagination n fantasy. Lovely.
@shekhar: hari om
@shas: ~ she takes a bow!
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