Where are you my
sweetheart? No more I can't wait, lips
are drying for your kisses.
Come and fulfill
my dreams. I am seeing a couple of bird
now they come down on the ground,
kissing each other beautifully but why am I feeling good, breathlessly.
I am feeling, you took
me on your blossom. My lips are stopped by your heart wetting my soul and the
entire form, oh my God, it was my
absolute dream.
Playing in the fields of inner chaos is the art my mind dwells in ups
and downs, past and future never in present. Wanting to seek happiness out I drain myself
as a helpless nut.
Yar
Mhargz GV
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