Mar 2018
Sitting in a cafe, near the hotel we made,
First love, first of such morning,
Of the warm sun rays,
of the hundred many ways.
Drunk in love and lust,
as if it was just last night
First love, first of such morning,
Of the warm sun rays,
of the hundred many ways.
Drunk in love and lust,
as if it was just last night
Do you believe in love at first sight?
(28/M/Mumbai, India)
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