Mornings

 _All the love i chase is greater than the gaze of reindeer,_

_Beneath the garland of amulets and smokey snare._

_Those eyes burn like ashes in blue,_

_You look a freaking flare of fleshlight,through the assymetric avenue._

_In this night of despair_ , 

_Frontline of flowers._

_Through the shine of satellite,_

_Bestow the crown of clovers._

_Leeza sharma_