every moment , I adore you more and more
Bit by bit.. Drop by drop..
The affection collecting into a vast ocean,
Of I don’t know what,
Inside which, O little me !
…DROWNED… I am nothing.Go for more?
On my journey to somewhere, I encountered a Milkman, on his motorbike. He had a peculiar moustache which hinted at his stature and life as he lived it. Clearly he wasn’t just a fluke. He has travelled. Went through life. Rises and the falls. He had been to many somewheres, than I can imagine. Still he was travelling now. Like me. To a somewhere.Greedy?