I was,
A rhymeless poem,
A wandering tramp.
A stray thought in
An empty mind.
You came in;
Showed a dream.
Wrote a song.
And Pfff! Gone like
A cut lose kite.
Now a stage set,
Guitar is tuned.
My feelings are ripe..
Ahh! In here, It's a
Rampage of desire.
Ye! The angel from
The lands, unexpected.
Stop haunting me
Like an unexpressed
Grief.
Come over for a while,
Give me a sign.
Poke the guitar,
Sing a song,
To quench the unsung.
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