Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Turtuk

A faint morn' sun brushes my face
A light drizzle outside plays
Marigolds form an orange maze
Pine trees around me, I'm in a daze
I get up from the cosy laze
Sweet sweet earth, makes a pretty face
I soak, leaving behind the city race
Turtuk, with its Godly ways
Consumes me, and a high stays!

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