The silence of rumbling water,
The silence of those fragrance curls.Those steepy ups,
And, those slopey downs.
Just like those curly vibes
And, those vivid eyes.
He climbs up, and he steps down,
Just like those roaming vibes,
He wonders by the Riverside,
As he sits lonely downside,
Phewww..
Watching the rain, flow…upside.
Sitting beside the flowing lake,
He thinks of you,
And he won’t tell u … How much …
He knows what’d be at stake,
And yet he only hears,
The rumbling of this lake.
He cares for nature,
And he admires the rain.
He prays to those mountains,
As he sits beside the lake.
Alas! …
He cares for you.
But he won’t show u … How much …
Coz the tide which u ride,
Is sure one of its kind.
The dive which you drive,
Only somewhere meets his bike,
Somewhere and not everywhere,
But assured he is,
That it’s not nowhere,
But assured he is,
Things change just as time…
Whats this ordeal?
His only ask is feel.
Whats the deal?
He’d rather be a seal!Happy does he feel,
Writing this silly piece.
Happy does he feel,
Mentioning you in this deal.
Satisfactorily happy he feels
Foe his this journey …
To this beautiful Lavasa City.
But not as much as you are,
As he writes for you,
But wonders why he does not tell youu…
Ciao, to this lakey city,
Ciao, to this curly cuite.
Enroute he departs,
For a voyage to the backyard,
Enroute he departs,
In s-earch of that heart ☺️
© jovial’Pane
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