far far away, on d moon;a promise was written;seasons will come n go,but i wont change, i will be the same,and I am on the way.But while counting the stars she lost the moon. - Harihar D. Naik
All words are written in the same ink,'flower' and 'power,' say, are much the same,and though I might write 'blood, blood, blood'all over the page, the paper would not be stainednow would I bleed. - Philippe Jaccottet