Just an eye in all its glory
An eye to capture the memory
An eye to soar the mountain
An eye but a whole story
A sea full of words
A sea for a thousand birds
A sea to forget all the land
A sea to travel to new sand
A wind full of aroma
Yet a wind without a smell
A wind to take me home
A wind to finally breathe some
Its my own little escapade
Making all the pain fade
Its your own form of medicine
For your own form of sin...
YOU ARE READING
My Escapade..
PoetryJust a random Indian girl penning down her thoughts. Do leave a comment with your reviews.
