I woke up to look at the moon;
to wonder" is it very soon";
to just give it a thought;
or realize that I am moaning in wrought.
I had sworn before;
Love is beautiful;Love is soulful;
I actualize;
Love is futile; Love is volatile.
Why do my thoughts vary?
Why am I no more a fairy?
because I want to be Human;
and make my food without the cinnamon.
No more expectations;
No more mental mutations.
Its just going to be me;
On a Happy Spree.
A chirpy Lass;
is never a lonely *** ;)
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Hi Friends,
I published a small book last year on poetry.
http://www.amazon.in/JUST-LIVE-Sahitya-Billuri-ebook/dp/B00FJ1E808
Back then I had a very nice proof reader.
I am planning on my second book a children's edition and I need a proof reader...please revert if you are one and I would be very greatful!!!
Good Day!!
Regards,
Sahitya
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC