Water, water
Deep water
We're swimming in the deep
Wind, air
And a Sun so rare,
Let's fly out of their reach
Fiction, real
Books that heal
But all it has are words
A room, some coffee
And a wonderful copy
And we're ready to travel the world.
YOU ARE READING
My Escapade..
PoesiaJust a random Indian girl penning down her thoughts. Do leave a comment with your reviews.
