I thought the hill was on fire,
But it was just the moon.
Where the rest of the world is on Fast Forward,
I am on Standby
And hoping to Rewind.
I crave for you —
But I’d wish you’d shut up.
The Snowdrops on the side of the road,
There is no distinct way
For the first time,
When the mind strays and forgets;
The heart takes roots and regrets.
Its a piece of cake,