I crave for some sleep
The air stirs reluctantly
And your thoughts blind me.
Scouring the deepest
strata of my memories
For a perfect gift.
You and me, alone
The empty skies above, and
a tractor, perhaps.
(14th Feb.)
Scouring the deepest
strata of my memories
For a perfect gift.
You and me, alone
The empty skies above, and
a tractor, perhaps.
(14th Feb.)
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