Their may it was, Saturday it was, No say there was. Heart annoyed amidst jest, No coy there was! Their may it was, Before June July August, slayed daydream mayhem. hidden flame it was, buried, graved it was! Cynical certain it was, all still said elucidate it was!! All said, unheard it was. All paid, absurd it was. All years, rushed it was. Blue blurry, bundled it was! A little away, and few things are meaningless. Just like this poem. Shree #a_journey_of_thoughts
