Talk.

I wish that I am gifted,

protected with a might, a will...

that I can make this through.

As much as I want to take your hand

and see the world,

how possibly beautiful things could be,

how we want to do it,

in ways we have always wanted to.

I can say that you are

one that I less think that I will stumble upon.

That is why

I tend to stand on the same spot

having conversations of the detached

and inner one..

'Oh Dindi...

If I only had words

I would say all the beautiful things that I see

When you're with me

oh my Dindi

Oh Dindi...

Like the song of the wind in the trees

That's how my heart is singing Dindi, happy Dindi

When you're with me'