I am a poet and so I write
Atleast when my thoughts run deep
As a whales submerges for migration
But of late, they come scattered
Like Skittles thrown among the sand
Thus I pick them up
One by precious one
Only to have a fresh wave of thoughts
Like a gust of wind blowing them from my grasps
Thoughts of you forever shatter my mind
Like a fist to the glass
And yet thoughts of old times
And lifelong friends
Fill me with awe and peace
Like a rainbow before a storm
But then, you, again
Surface as a thing of beauty
And yet, never did I hold you!
Or write you a sonnet
So please, leave me in peace
Leave my mind
Oh my precious fantasy girl
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