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Who am I . .
I was used to walk held up high ,
Nowadays I barely can't even crawl ,
After getting the work done ,
The time seems like stopped .
The four walls keeps asking what's wrong ;
How do I describe this in words ?
Ceiling of the room became my companion ,
We keep staring at eachother for hours,
Our conversation gets so intense ,
Often we both get too lost ;
That we're unaware its getting dark.
Wondering and wandering ,
Isn't this we all are looking for ?
To get lost in Love of this precious life !
© Infinite soul
Nowadays I barely can't even crawl ,
After getting the work done ,
The time seems like stopped .
The four walls keeps asking what's wrong ;
How do I describe this in words ?
Ceiling of the room became my companion ,
We keep staring at eachother for hours,
Our conversation gets so intense ,
Often we both get too lost ;
That we're unaware its getting dark.
Wondering and wandering ,
Isn't this we all are looking for ?
To get lost in Love of this precious life !
© Infinite soul
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