In search of

In search of

I have been straying
All the way, for my sunshine
My poor, poor, poor lips
It has been real, real long
I haven't been sun-kissed
Where is my sunshine?
The sky, the blue sky is clear
But, my sunshine is missing
I have a feeling she may fall for
My senses say, that she may be here
Find me my sunshine
I wonder where she can be.




©Ajay Pai 4th Nov 2018







    

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