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Thursday, 5 June 2008

The Country without a Post Office
Mood:

blue
Topic: House & Garden Philosophy

I am being rowed throug Paradise on a river of Hell:

Exquisite ghost, it is night.

The paddle is a heart; it breaks the porcelain waves...

I'm everything you lost. You won't forgive me.

My memory keeps getting in the way of your history.

There is nothing to forgive. You won't forgive me.

I hid my pain even from myself; I revealed my pain

only to myself.

There is everything to forgive. You can't forgive me.

If only somehow you could have been mine,

what would not have been possible in this world ?

Agha Shahid Ali

Posted by RonRon at 21:01
Updated: Monday, 21 July 2008 04:44
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Saturday, 7 June 2008 - 02:30

Name: "M."

Beautiful poem... wish it was about you and me.

If it is not , forgive me.

If it is, yes, you are everything that i have lost , but there is nothing to forgive, because you did nothing wrong . But if you feel you did, you have been forgiven . Dont shut me out, nor hide your pain. i am yours , had always been and always will , if you would only claim....

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