When I sit to write
I remember you
and you become those words
When I intend to read
I remember you
and you become the subject
When I weep in the dark
I remember you
and I get the courage
to wipe my tears
and move on
When I am happy
I remember you
When I remember you
I am happy
you resemble an
ocean of good thoughts
and
you reflect the
beauty of my mind
neither the colour of the skin
nor the skill that comes from
the matter lying inside the skull
matters to you
you are quite far away
from all these materialistic possessions
and
forever you'll remain
with your principles
as special as you
and
I would like to be
like you...
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