An year is born
And my wishes galore
I wish to be the swirl
Of a whirling dervish
I wish to be the fingers
of a classical pianist
I wish to be the
melodious wind off a flute.
I wish to be the melting glacier
of the mighty Himalayas
I wish to be the Dew on
the first day of Spring
I wish to be her unlocked hair
when she blossoms in my passion
I wish to be the sweat on her *****
after the wildfire I set is settled.
I wish to be my unfulfilled desires
For they are the best of me.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
An year is born
And my wishes galore
I wish to be the swirl
Of a whirling dervish
I wish to be the fingers
of a classical pianist
I wish to be the
melodious wind off a flute.
I wish to be the melting glacier
of the mighty Himalayas
I wish to be the Dew on
the first day of Spring
I wish to be her unlocked hair
when she blossoms in my passion
I wish to be the sweat on her *****
after the wildfire I set is settled.
I wish to be my unfulfilled desires
For they are the best of me.
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