Your face appears when the past wounds turn greener.
You live in your world without knowing my feelings for you.
I feel bluer as this bridge of understanding and realization turns rosier!
I can feel you smiling by looking at the stars when I see you. I cherish it as my gift, a residue of your memories.
Your face appears when the past wounds turn greener.
I see you looking up at the stars with a smile, and I consider it a residual gift of your memories.
©shivpoetesspriya
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