“Love Shaken… Soul
Stirred… Bond… Bond’s Blinded”
Buds
Sprouting out, Issues getting melted… Innocence so born with, getting matured,
taken out of the Flask… Flask made of Glass, covered with Steel… Every morning
the Tea is poured, Flask bears the heat… Tea so consumed, still burning… The
warmth so felt, Love Defined… Words left untouched, Said a lot… The Aroma the
taste, dip by dip enjoying each and every sip… Shaken so, the body springs out
of Death… Morning Arrived, The day follows… Shaking so the Smile, Stirring the
Soul… Getting sucked in, Tea arrives in the Flask… Flask is new, Tea is New…
Flavor changed, Lips still the Same… Afternoon, Evening follows… Shaking to the
Sweat, Stirring the Soul… Ready to be sucked in, Words are Spoken… Spoken so,
Echo’s of Silence so lost… Soul is lost, sitting besides… The lover so true,
Bonded to the core… Sun so pure, Blinding to the Core… Broken so thrashed, Tea
arrives… Flask the same, Aroma the same… Arrived back home, home to the dead…
Crickets Sprouting out, Issues getting heated… The Bond so Bonded, Bond’s
Blinded…
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