Crash back to reality
The gentle breezes break my fall
As do your arms
Newly baptized by the rain
I fly on my eagles wings
Daring to soar
I climb high, above and way beyond
But you lie here with me, on the ground
Sorting the pieces underneath the stars
Yes indeed you are my breathing balm
1 comment:
Wow. Great ramblings. Nice to stumble upon ur blog. Even nicer to read the thoughts of a fellow goan blogger. :D
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