Glamourous world..

I am living in a glamorous world,
Where the instincts are spread,
The touch of the feet on the earth,
Sliding, gliding, soft, hot and smooth,
The touch of the skin to the air,
Titillating, inspiring and refreshing,
The scent that each and everything emit,
Enterprising, elevating and pleasant,
The striptease during stagnant autumn,
The blooms and foliage of the spring,
Singing companions with wings,
Royal assistance from the canine kings,
The clamorous place is still glamorous,
Where I can find the food to my nerves,
Supplements to my ambitious thoughts,
Antidote to my ferociously venomous views,
If not for the engaging punctual sunshine,
Glamor of the world infested with hallucinogens,
as the human who find the happiness in dungeons.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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