Before the midnight thunder resounds, I would just allow myself to flow in the stream of mixed emotions. As the winds swayed through the damp forest, I seek your scent into mesmerising me.
Either as soothing as dark wood or as captive as the sea breeze from horizons. Not a pot of gold, nor a lucky charm, it has just been free flow or heartfelt bliss.
One good rhythm, a lifetime of goodness.
My mind, your charm.
My emotions, your vibe.
Author Soovan Sharma Dookhoo