Of Longing.


There was a time of longing,

A time where butterflies flitted amidst the glittering haze,

A valley far off in a distant charm of joy,

Get me the Time Machine to sweep back those times.

The times of dreams, where blooms blossomed with every swish

Of a breeze.


_ lulu prasad thayyil



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