The wondering of mind, its caching sun sine. You don't know, what a sun sine.... Sine is a trick of mine. But, I missing a sine, you are not mine. I am drinking a vine, to peace join. You don't know, what a vine..... Vine is a drink of mine. But, I missing a vine, you are not mine. I am thinking bad, its not a quiet. You don't know what a quiet..... Quiet is the language of mine. But, I missing a quiet, you are not mine. I am talking a true, its all about me. You don't know, what a me..... Me is a character of mine. But I missing a me, you are not mine. You are not mine............. Sun writer ©Durgesh Kumar You are not mine.
