The breeze touches you in ways no one can . It passed you , it reaches you . They are you and you them . The greens which listens to you , dances with you on that jazz music no one knows off . You sometimes stop by to watch the empty walls to which you speak countless hours. You tell them your worries and when you hurry . You drink books like a thirsty madman . What is it that gets you drunk ?
I just need a night filled with stars to get drunk on , the pit - pat of rain on my glasses .
I wished that sometimes I could watch the night stars with you by my side , or that you can pull my glasses when they are wet .
But it's okay . And That's that .
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PoetryIf you have loved the idea of love without being in love then we are in the same ship . Trying figure out the feelings which makes you giddy , faint and a tad bit dizzy , then do join me in the journey of coming in terms with , what is love accordin...
