The dried dandelions of the day fly hither & thither for a haven - and I, see them silently, thinking if they could achieve success without my words of pity! Nah! That's not new for me to pretend to tend to souls. That's my habit. The music of life echoes in my ears very seldom for myriad times, have I betrayed oodles of souls by p.r.e.t.e.n.d.i.n.g. Not that I don't have a heart - but I have an abyss in my heart so that's how I have been treated by the ones who tend me - by p.r.e.t.e.n.d.i.n.g. So, often do I myself feel it this way amidst the full stops & question marks away from poems and verses in the world of l.i.t.e.r.a.t.u.r.e by pretending. For a better read : The dried dandelions of the day fly hither & thither for a haven - and I, see them silently, thinking if they could achieve success without my words of pity! Nah! That's not new for me
