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3 am conversations

Sep 16, 2022
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Updated: Sep 20, 2022

By Kavyasri Cherukula


Open, open your eyes

It’s already 3 in the morning

spring breeze is here

roses, pure wine and music have arrived

The garden that which you have sown once

is now filled with color and scent

just waiting for you.




Beloved how long will you veil inside

you mix up with everyone but are still alone inside

the poison which you drank once

has become an elixir now

C'mon clean up yourself from yourself

wake up, get drunk with love

and live dangerously!!


By Kavyasri Cherukula




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