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...
