I touch, I feel alive
I cry, tears dry
I wait, fate gifts loneliness
I write, words dry
I see, the rimless eye
I think of you
Doors open
I am in debt
No redemption
I surrender
Behold
A bright star lights up the sky.
July 2010 Hyderabad India
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