without decision...
pulling my honey breathes silently...
smoke fly apart...
with it my thoughts take away...
suddenly...
my friend asked me,amazed...
asking...
why you are rambling...
why that confusion...
did you decide a love..
are you madly in love...
thoughts came out from my smoke...
said,...
no...
love is not a decision to take...
even its a fate,which contains us without a decision...
as a rain,pour down from above...
even if there were no clouds...
its a facts and a reality...
comes to you...
to give and to tell you about your fate..
its a clouds,rains with a love...
rains on our hearts...
to irrigate it with a love...
and talking to our souls...
to make us,so madly in love...
by: hazem02@yahoo.com
By hazem02
© 2008 hazem02
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