Josse Balucha
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Sleepless nights are for dreamers only,
Who keeps in secret,
To be loved softly.
Sleepless Nig...
Her
Once Upon A T...
Tell Me "How"
Moon Talks
Our Mornings
Her And Sunfl...
For what I was and still am wont to be, I have no one to thank for setting free For what I was and still am wont to be, I have no one to thank for setting fr...
When you texted me those three magical words ... When you texted me those three magical words ...
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
Of love we write, and of love we must sing Of love we write, and of love we must sing
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Breathing The musk of your love, I want to finish The errand Of all insecurities. Breathing The musk of your love, I want to finish The errand Of all inse...
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship, I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship,
How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while enjoying the thunder. How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while en...
Undress me from my lonely thoughts, Undress me from my lonely thoughts,
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
Having seen it all a million gazillion times over. Having seen it all a million gazillion times over.
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