Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
2 comments:
you have an uncanny knack for saying the hard-hitting truth ....
and you are way too kind with your words :)
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