I sat alone,
entombed in the darkest of hours
when love scratched at my door.
entombed in the darkest of hours
when love scratched at my door.
Appearing at my feet,
cold, hungry and clothed in dirty fur,
she looked up at me with large golden eyes
cold, hungry and clothed in dirty fur,
she looked up at me with large golden eyes
Oh, and I thought it was I who was doing the rescuing,
but that wasn't exactly so,
For it was I who had been rescued
On that dark day when love scratched on my door cold, hungry and clothed in dirty fur.
~p.najafabadi
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there is no such thing as an insignificant 'Life'.
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