Saturday, April 28, 2007

Come

Come into my dreams, and into my only freedom. There is a thundering world underneath, and if you come close enough, care enough, you may hear a choked breathy whisper. Come; see the secret about a secret: you will hear the greatest truths and the grimiest lies, and I shall be buried under every distinct sound.

3 comments:

Revealed said...

Ooooh! Liked.

Shreyasi Deb said...

I suppose the best form of flattery is getting inspired. Vi, you always do that :-)

Vi said...

Aw, Shreyasi---thank you. That certainly means a lot to me. :)