Monday, 17 October 2016

She kisses him in the starry starry night...

She expels his darkness with her light,

She brings serenity to his scorched soul,
She has the missing piece of his whole,

His dormant passion, she would ignite,
So that he can burst forth like dynamite,

She tunes him to nature, his mind dissolves,
Little by little, his puzzle, she solves,

Sun,

Moon,

Sun,

Moon,

Moon,

Moon,

He never will stop dancing, to her tune.







How I Quit the Ratrace and You Can Too - My last blog post

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