smile beautified into a serene wave of the youthful rivulet the dawn wakes up with her yawn talking over a platter of burger, coke and chips messages in German conveying the bond winnable heart mildly cribbing puerile, dreams woven over the crestfallen lure of love that’s what she is temperamentally tranquil yet angry with a sub-aqueous sobriety she suddenly stopped our soothing confabulations out of her own inner long conversations of few lonely battles of hearts, of tears, of disquietude she will be out of this perplexity and please her soul, like always I gained my heart in knowing her
verses and conflicts of the soul