touching with fingers the naked body of dreams ...

... some mine, some not; some alive, some not.

About This Blog

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Its your eyes, just ask me to stop naught;

Let the charm keep me there caught

Im a drunkard, so what?

Its your gaze that tipples a distraught

leenah.: A mother. A being in search of self. A self in search of soul. A soul in search of lost heavens - within, without. This blog is a chronicle of the journey!

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