Limpid eyes starting at the door, gave a yell!

Hey, do your often hear the trotter;

Of legs that pace towards you and lift you

With hands and you unload your loads?

Are you resting on a shoulder,

That can warm you up as the blanket ;

Of thoughts do?

Are you weirdly wandering your long;

Thick fingers on a chest wood,;

That can give you the aromatic apprentice

You were searching for?

…forlorn,downcast and despondent,

I curled up in a nook

Where my musters were the only companion

I could see shading over me…

Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

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