The woman of my dreams,
years gone thinking of you
living with the petty happiness
of your mere existence
somewhere, far away
a place where angels dwell
and no place my heart can't reach.
Of these longing years,
my untold love
the goodness of life
and bottled up emotions
brimming to be heard
get ready to be drunk
drunk on love,
the woman of my dreams.
-Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
