In exile, many miles...
Words keep on calling my name,
With a seductive smile...
In exile, many miles..
My hands keep on fidgeting,
For the pen i have forsaken...
And i succumb,
To the smile..
Enchanting flickers of pleasure,
To the family of the mind..
So i smoke my pen,
And blow the ink from my nostrils,
As i sit on the hills
Of the wilderness..
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© 2014
Words keep on calling my name,
With a seductive smile...
In exile, many miles..
My hands keep on fidgeting,
For the pen i have forsaken...
And i succumb,
To the smile..
Enchanting flickers of pleasure,
To the family of the mind..
So i smoke my pen,
And blow the ink from my nostrils,
As i sit on the hills
Of the wilderness..
All rights reserved
© 2014
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