a lone cloud
grey
and a pillowful
of dreams
light streaming in
through stained
windows,
in purple and red
the blue
of butterflies;
the wind billowing,
flirting with curtains;
coffee, bitter brown
and a book
by my side,
as i fall in love
with the nightrain
beating on my
windowpane
a song on my lips
and a smile
on the face
of my soul.
there is always one such refreshing journey once in a while
ReplyDeleteSigh. It's all in the mind. Time i started my journey.
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