I could breathe freely and feel every inch
on my body the breezes of air that wind
had embraced me,
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Can I really utter directly to you my lexis or merely only until time has end that infamy will not be brought to my senses.
Can I say it now or better will I wait for another tomorrows to come to grasp for more will.
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do we blend…
trying hard not to lose control
but at the end everything is out with in my grip,
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[just composed a song.. i'm trying to get the melody right arghhhh! ..just thought of sharing it here...xoxo]
Should have not…
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With outreach hands we spread them
mutually but a solitary caress can never
be felt inch to inch.
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It was April when you came to me,
and for the first time there you made me see
how deep our love could grow ‘til I have lain
upon that sparkling look in your eyes.
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“The season will bring me to you”
Was it when most of deciduous trees shed their leaves, with leaves changing to reddish or brownish hue before falling? When days get shorter and cooler, the nights get longer, and precipitation gradually increases? Yes, that season; but it has been five years since I have had my first share of it, or when I started calling autumn as fall and felt how it brought my heart this far. Now, looking back at it, I never realized how I grieved to let the seasons that come after that to pass by quickly. But, the more I looked in the clock, flipped the sheet of every calendars, and read daily news papers, the more time, days, weeks, months and years measured down, and the more it trapped and paralyzed me mutually with it.
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I guess I was wrong leaving you like that
Disappearing in the midst of it all
Taking your all while never bothered on looking back
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