the unfound x and y
never have I thought
that I'd yearn for
the disappearing back of yours
the frame of an orange evening
the sound of our tiny steps
and the lingering scent
also, the smell of rain
do they all still remain ?
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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