Thursday, 19 April 2018

Drunk

With intoxicated eyes
a gleaming tinge He conveys,
of a mysterious thread
constantly breaking this blistering insane.
One more word.
Just one more glance.
Just once more
to be drunk on His eyes again.
 
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