Writer

Carries all stories in his heart,

Creates music in silence,

Loves lemon petals,

Wakes up his muse in the midnight,

Just to say , he found a new beginning

To an already told story .

He dreams the dreams he yearns to live.

Looking at the gathered clouds ,

He invites rain to his lips.

Ascending the high, smoky mountains,

Descending the bleakest, deepest chasms,

He rides every situation as if his story is in motion.

He dances with life in a starlit night,

Cooks an omelette dinner,

Falls in love with his girl all over again.

The last I heard ,

He was learning guitar,

And planning to chase the smiling waters in Jamaica.

Did you meet him recently?

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