the unfound x and y
the inexplicable sense of beauty
left by the timid wind
was like my urge to retrace
your heart,
or to frame your mind.
locking them
in the utmost part
of the night.
- being buried in your words -
one moment, one minute, one second, let me hug your unsaid feelings before we welcome our different sunsets and sunrises, before we paint ou...
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