Words being laid
Promises are made
Deep shades of red
In orange marmalade
Pull me away
Push me close
It can't be that way!
But possible in a prose
Bouquet of flowers
Jar of flours
Waiting for hours
Till it be ours
Sing me a sweet song
Dancing along
Tell me what's so wrong
to play Donkey Kong?
Tea lightly iced
with lime and spice
I'd rather have some ice
over something spiced
This doesn't make any sense!
But who says it will?
If roses have scents
So does your will ;)
Aanya, 9th June 2013
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