Hot rays creep up on our necks
And tan the spots, shaping a kiss.
They soon turn into sunlight flecks
That look like daisy field esquisse.
We're fading in the mists of time:
Dancing at nights and walking 'round
Like ocean ways under sunshine
That are absorbed in sandy ground.
Our ardent souls are getting crazed,
Blood's rushing to our hearts within,
From fuddling smell of summer days
That sends our minds a reckless spin.
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
