Now a dream has ended. All I can recall is the high note in the end. That is all that matters.
A truth relegated to a metaphor, it was never meant to be a trail for the lost; but a signpost of affection for the "found".
This intellect is raging now, those who cannot take the heat, begone. Goodbye.
A truth relegated to a metaphor, it was never meant to be a trail for the lost; but a signpost of affection for the "found".
This intellect is raging now, those who cannot take the heat, begone. Goodbye.
Well, it's a cycle; the high note, if it happens, is enough reward. Then, the intellect, and again a beginning with a low note.
ReplyDeleteDid you ever wonder Hamid, what this low note is?
ReplyDeleteExplain the low note.
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