With a mere conversation, I thought
It was extraordinary.
With a youthful heart blinded with fantasies,
I thought it was forever.
With a thought of being in love,
I thought of writing.
The sparks of love
Echoes in every word.
And as the hope rises,
Spells the acceptance of brokenness.
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