Never did I, a vagabond lover, belong anywhere.
The air so uncared for, I breathe at heights, where carcasses dare.
Oft I kick the dust at country roads.
Sometimes I become one with the serene abodes.
Sharper skylines, colorful cities, customary musty smell,
I lay with the lie to be with the truth to duel.
I am a clandestine lover, your lover, though incognito you are,
let thyself know, this love is crimson, sans any scar.
You know why I love you,
for my loyalty to the emotion of love is due.
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Aha...dont go by the title ppl...feel the content..she is not a polished writer...but definately a true writer...n ya...m proud to have read this when this poem was in the draft phase... :)..good 1 sayu..
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