I never thought to feel the feeling this fast, even now, I don't even know how to describe it right.
It flows, without a runner
Scattered mercilessly
Who are you?
The string sounds like poetries
Mesmerizing and tie up
Clandestine plays role
As the embodiment of
Love
How I spell it? G-I-V-E. May I never get tired of doing it until forever. Because I was haunted and I just realized, maybe I'm not even sober, but waving hands to the whimsical cloud.
Signs, directions, all are beautifully confusing. The feeling encourages me to observe, to wonder, and to consider. Is it the only way for me to reach the impeccable well-worn path?
Things are left unsaid, hopefully, will make sense on any day.
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