Past the end of day, ahead of dawn
my patience persists despite a yawn.
A dream, a thought lost in the cold
Tame ego, affection more bold.
Wait for thy arrival, amidst the glass
A traditional dusk filled with class.
-Nikhil-
my patience persists despite a yawn.
A dream, a thought lost in the cold
Tame ego, affection more bold.
Wait for thy arrival, amidst the glass
A traditional dusk filled with class.
-Nikhil-
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