I do not know why, you still awaiting
the comeback of past, which
can't be repeated, that's
not a season of
bloom,
the exchange moment of breath, -
the swear to live together
a lifetime, some
wet dream,
some
soaked desire of aqueous eyes,
let it be covered under the
mist of emotion,
everything
in life
is not desired, age of dew drop - -
lets are short, a distance
of few moments,
amid the
faded
darkness and the tender sunlight - -
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