Friday, April 11, 2008


Thirst seems to be quenched
With the mysticism
Shaped out of the mirages.

Some times it is the questions
That answer the most.
And sometimes it is just time.

Mysticism is caged
In you and me
And is every where we see.

Should we settle with it?
Or should it be stirred
Shadows in the sands
Are often screened by the storm.

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