Let it be known from the heavens
Oceans watching your back
Look is all I hold onto
Lest it be mistaken for a passing fad
Next in line is a lullaby….normal or mad?

Is it for real, l’aureole
The flowing locks, associated mystique

Waterlogged transactions
Thinking of jumping over, swim across
Running from droplets
Tsunamis are my bane

There can be nothing more picturesque
From Singha with love
I want to be lost in translation
and come home to mauve

Published by BillboardVagabond

The vagaries of life through a 36-year-old prism and innuendo about varied opinions, books, movies, travelogues, sports and general mish-mash to keep me busy. Savvy?

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