You came in different forms,
Sometimes in rural beauty,
Somtimes in passerby,
Sometimes sitting next by.
Your glimpse and your move,
Fascinates my every mood,
You're controlling my feelings,
Virgin smiles melts me endless,
Busy crowd and in lonely parks,
Why have you been following me?
In thoughts and in dreams,
Nowhere else on earth I could treasure you,
Didn't know when have you spelled me?
Do you really think of me as I?
Or it's just me crave?
Poetry by Zalan
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Written on 2016-12-06 at 17:16
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