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Dec 2015
The wheels started rolling on and on,
as i move forward on and on,
sitting in front to see the show on,
for i enter the street to see no light on.


With coordination, moves my leg,
to my expectation, the show was different,
like a dream house, i entered with coordination of legs
giving me a beautiful garden in one print.


Turning left and right and left,
i find myself in my antique dream,
i played around, so smooth like cream,
thanking god for this pretty gift.


As I enter, found a beautiful garden
that seemed dangerous in dawn,
turned the key to the heaven, leaving behind burden,
pinky baby, rooms gave echo,thats all I saw.


There came the balcony, giving me that photogenic,
As i stood there,like a dog sensed the tsunami,
so astonished by the view, so cinematic,
finally i started finding myself in me.


chill,cold,charismatic,chaotic,
morning came in, plunged into all tip,
the sword so beautiful, stamped with magic,
wanting a hot coffee to start just with a sip.
Sri Shruthi
Written by
Sri Shruthi  Chennai,Tamil nadu,India
(Chennai,Tamil nadu,India)   
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