You are so much nostalgic and far from your muse,
If you will, please, hurry up to show her, how much your heart beats.
If you have to come closer to her then why are you being nostalgic?
You know this nostalgia is a tale of happening event tragic.
First, you complain about your loneliness,
On other hand, you wait for your amazing muse.
Your nostalgia is for opened doors and windows for fresh air to breeze,
My nostalgia is reserved by my nature living behind the curtains of circumtances as being freeze.
You are more lucky than me, dear!!
For you are like having pure and blessed soul.
And habitual to take every event like the LOL.
Because you know the music of life much more.
My dear friend dew!! Plz be conscious and see that the beautiful Girl is waiting as a statue,
For whom your pillow calls every time like Angel dew.
Your amazing pen in your fingers gives always surprise,
For that Girl these are like dancing with the music of heart on published page,
Warmth of your poetic calling has been the crush of everyone,
But written as if for some special one.
Your weary heart should be fresh like a red rose,
By your intoxicating verse, to prefer her and to propose.
Never feel any guilty inside the room of amour,
Because love of your pure soul had never sinned and do not ask for more.
I believe on my words because these are the blessing that showered.
Written by Aruna Sharma.
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