i recently came across this little somthing someone wrote for me two long years ago.
Hey nineteen revisited
Tangled in the fluffy cloud
Is the bastion of hopes, expectations & images loud.
Like summer parched orchards yearn,
Some get younger just to learn
Surprises all too subtle yet not meek
May from the land in the east sneak a peek.
She rouses hope in a mind else bored
Calling herself a princess who whored.
Then they came, the clouds with the gentle rain
Gathered over an island with loneliness insane.
Though the nimbus never shed her bounty,
Waiting for points that will be earned and county
For virtues of charity have their terms,
You live, you learn and earn your perms.
If ever a smile lit up a the sky
Like a flash of zigzag through the dark that fly,
Her maddening taunting, her bouncy resistence
Has awakened a rage in a still pond in the distance.
Her curls, her eyes, her toes and smiles
Has instilled passions unlike any,
eastwards a few 1000 miles
sanjay banerjee20/04/07
if you're reading this, i miss our conversations (:
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