Random whims,
whims no more,
like a distant cloudburst
as the heavens pour
in sheer delight
rains...
The glimpse of red blossoms...
or the scent of festive air
far away from my nest,
as I sit back wondering in my chair,
home..?
The urge to see you all the time,
battle of my crazy mind,
or a plunge to just say it all...
mad love, and to it I've resigned,
you?
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