As I ran hundred miles
By Asim • May 7th, 2008 • Category: MiscAs the dew sets in early in the morning
As wake up calls echo like the sirens
When the conscience begins to question
The meaning and of its relations
There exists a place,
where foes turn into friends
And friends into foes – explicit markings
There I ran hundred miles with the old friend
In anger and in pain, as the rain kicked […]








