No echoing voice of greetings, No sound of music playing. No sharing of moving thoughts...
On the short course of time… A flower may wither… and dies; Just like many promises....
I said, “Hey, you… Listen to me! ” But you...
You came into my silence, And I allow you to let in. You ask me for something, And that’s the start of everything....
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