It makes me dream of hope,
Hope like feather in the wind,
Like candle in the storm,
Like an ice in the hot season,
Like a writing in the water,
Like the voices in noisy world,
Like the surf in the waves,
Like a bubbles in tide,
and like a vapor in the morning.
Having aversion to promises,
the fear of not fulfilled
the fear of deception,
the scarry moment of
something happen next,
But most of all, the fear of
LOSING YOU!
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