Like a traveller
she was away for years
visiting exotic places
imitating lifestyles
changed herself to please others.
For I knew she would come back to me
someday,
'cause
I was her home.
-Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
