Bossa Nova ringing in my ears,
Softly beating to the rhythm of the rain,
Splattering of waterdrops at the window pane,
Chasing away whatever coldness that was left
Missing solitary in this precious cavern,
Though it is only fingertips away from my grasp,
Too much agendas playing its way into my head,
My life is catapulted to an ongoing rollercoaster
The solitude of penning away is not too far,
Just a click and the need to take a breather,
Flowing graciously from my innermost being,
A sweet sensation of coming back
My cavern: you've been missed
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