A feeling that supports distress
heart, that you're present in my
life, somewhere in the
backstage, tho'
hidden in
mist,
My intuition doesn't allow me to give
up the paddle, whereas, the
stormy sky misguiding
the shore, but I -
believe, you
are still
waiting for me on the land of grit, an
intense affection is visible in
your face, from the mid-
stream, I can see,
your presence
in the
thorny thicket with a blooming smile -
and that belief performs as
an unseen role of
anchor !
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