Either in the nights or a day,
Searching me in a dark gloomy night,
Flumping into rivers from a hill’s height,
Rolling tears down,
Peeping through a pound,
Covering thousands of miles,
Counting stars in the nights,
Tautologizing your words,
Waiting for your Nereid….
Arrivals of morn,
Soughs of winds,
Regrets in your heart,
Whispers full of tart,
Will then remind you,
The instants full of blue.
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