Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Can this city...

Can this city stand still even if the storm of marooned politicians rushes in to her heart and strip her down…naked?


Can this city sing her blarin’ song of noises from those iron coffins even if the liquid of gold seem to be insufficient?


I'll be by her side...to embrace her...till the dawn say hi...

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