tender is the night with its velvet sky,
with diamonds for stars where promises lie.
tender is the first light of dawn,
as black bleeds red to an unseen morn.
me
About Me
- san the man
- Madras, Tamil Nadu, India
- what can i say? if you can read between the lines you'll find out who i am. just read it as it is and you'll think you know me... i think im mad. nobody else does. but maybe it's the world thats mad and i'm normal...
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