You might be thinking that I'm just a passerby,
A being, had played in an empty day without an ally,
A girl that lost her portraiture, cause she was too naive,
And valued the word 'enough', but it was too vague.

You are just a minutes left to shine, after the nightfall,
You are my beam in the midst of my dim, but uncertainly to be the point of my goal,
My psyche quivers by your cry like the spatters of night dews,
My dark canvas coated your paints with my favorite hues.

I might've been entered into the wormhole if there is called 'us' in another world dimension,
To be assured if there's a chance to change your asymptotic intention,
Words and images are still in my grips until up today,
And I won't let it passed like a passerby even if it is a million light-years away.


© Razda J

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