In my lonely road,
I feel a wind that's new.
One that carries,
The sweet scent of a flower.
I follow the smell,
With my eyes closed.
Beyond the wind,
Into the valley of flowers.
There you stood,
Tickling the wind,
In your garden of giggles,
With your fragrant touch.
I stood mesmerized
Jealous of the wind,
Yearning to be kissed,
By that sweet smile of yours.
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro
8 years ago
1 comment:
This is lovely.
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