On that cloudy shower, you stuck lad
your shoe fell in love while your foot claps with mud
barefooted guy on a lane that’s never straight
I’m on the edge of jeans, please fall for me at the first sight
wooden bench, there you go
are you setting a date on umbrella tree
I need to suspend and roll over sitting knees
if he stands, I am dead spat on the brownies
Whoa! I must have incarnated as Olympic ace
now I’m lodging on your broad grace
I sniff on your grimace wrapped up in a hair
sweat perpendicular to the drops of rain
resembles a hiding cave at uninviting mass
Can I blow my breeze to shine you up?
Do not stood me up, I’ll fall mercilessly
oh! my back hurts.
and he has gone
swirling from bottom to top
I’m yours?
Everybody doubt that
because I am a Pest ( Daily prompt)
a combination of expressions….feelings….and…random thoughts….nice….
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My pleasure….regards…..
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