Poetry

Memories…

When Questions are answers
itself,
Life came across old memories.
When Desires turned into dreams,
And needs changed into desires.
I found myself addicted and drunk.
Your fragrance might
have surrounded me.
And home seemed to me a castle,
And I assumed my
dreams would have wings,
And flew me back to my Nestle.

© Maya

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