Don's show me care and love that I cannot handle,
it's like an oasis in a desert,
Mirage of my heart's desires,
An illsion of what is !
P.S. Don't mistaken care for love .
Don's show me care and love that I cannot handle,
it's like an oasis in a desert,
Mirage of my heart's desires,
An illsion of what is !
P.S. Don't mistaken care for love .
In
existence there is I, yet it is ethereal,
In
emptiness there is I, yet veiled by the mist,
Contact has
con, act and tact and search for I.