Agony waters his roots
And yet, passion for fruits?
Leaves covered in dreary dust
And yet, shine, you must?
In the debris – dark and old
And yet, you found seeds of gold?
Wry nightly winds come fighting
And yet, you stand tall?
May you never stall
For a friend of mine who lends new meaning to every adjective I use for him.
7 comments:
May he never stall.. :) well written yaar..
Is that why you asked of the height??
He he.... Just that tall... :P
Hmmmm... I don't know what to say... Just lost for words... Thank you seems so under priced.
wow touched a chord :) very well written bum..
I could not agree less with you. He is a very beautiful person indeed. And I can't just like him thank you enough for these appreciative words that speak aloud for him.
Ne peut il caler jamais. Merci de nouveau.
I don think it's really fair on my part 2 comment 'coz I barely know him, except a li'l here n there fm wat I've heard fm U, but he must have helluva amount of strength n perseverance fm wat I can make out fm d post...
You really are a Shrink aren't you :D
Guess what Mommy I got something more to tell you here. Actually two more things.
1. I and Ev complete another round of drinks today :D \m/ (I think I am getting better at this)
2. I topped the class, my first time in my educational career! And the funny part is I don't even give a rats arse to that fact!! He he.
Thank you again Mommy for the company and support you have provided endlessly and tirelessly and keeping up with your incorrigible kid's insanity.
Love you! Big Mac Hug!!
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