Blueberry Hills of Solitude
The Overwhelming Youthfulness
Somniloquy in sleep transforms into ecstasy in the heart,
while desire, born as dreams in the eyes, manifests into reality.
Imaginations roam freely in the blueberry hills of solitude, telling me naughty stories.
Life seeks the treasure of happiness as I rest my head in the lap of enthusiasm.
My body startles as tempting thoughts heat me with yearning.
Sparks on milky cheeks send shivers down the spine, transforming into poems in the eyes.
The flower in my heart blooms into a smile of golden hues on the skin, becoming a glowing pearl on tender lips.
Whimsical hopes slowly sprinkle sweet nectar on my heart.
Transcendental trance beautifully drowns my mind in its magic.
Youthfulness is perplexed as every cell of the body becomes waves in the ocean of passion.
About the Creator
Malleswari
A passionate soul with a love for poetry, I explore the beauty of language through poetry and prose. My work span's themes of love, dreams, nature, and the human experience, often drawing inspiration from the world around me.
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