Nov 2018
Sun rays racing streets
Raising shining swaying smiling
With the jive and joy
And black boys
golden girls
And white waves
Of temperate tulips turned
In my sleep
Awake feeling blue
Caressing my jet black
Head full of dark hair
Watchful stars
I'm watchful of me
Scared of the innocence
Raising shining swaying smiling
With the jive and joy
And black boys
golden girls
And white waves
Of temperate tulips turned
In my sleep
Awake feeling blue
Caressing my jet black
Head full of dark hair
Watchful stars
I'm watchful of me
Scared of the innocence
Life feels blue in the end keeping my eyes on the sun I'm blinded with ease.
(27/M/New Delhi, India)
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