Sweet few months Wish the entire of my life were like the few months back Thought I had retire, with one love quack Why won’t I say that, when the new golden days are fun pack Twice important than the few events in life I couldn’t mark I sat down and saw lip biting content like an untied sack A downhill fall of snow A source from which I am already aware But cannot singlehandedly avert Like seriously, I didn’t want to know Now swimming in her melting ice My head cooling with red eyes My lungs with her praises unsung Are you thinking it is less fun? Don’t worry I am breathing fine. She is walking on my mind, Cerebrospinal fluid Keeping it not humid The ripples like water from her steps touching each cortex A kind of angel in my head, whom I will die To save this time, hope you heard She is not one in a million That will be blasphemous Because in every million I can find one of her No, she is just her, no mill...