Lost amongst the deodar trees —
And the beautiful valleys and the rugged hills.My heart calls out to the song of the cuckoo —
As my soul experiences the wonder of the woods.My feet loiter 'round the heart of the forest,
As I fall in love and fall asleep —Right under the shadow of the
Deodar trees.
YOU ARE READING
chai and an interview with life. (DISCONTINUED)
Poetryfinish all your work and sit down because i will either lull you to sleep or have you wake up, screaming. or maybe we could talk over a vanilla milkshake and fall in love for the night. your call. NOTE: this is the first draft, unedited version. i p...