Sometimes this world seems so unknown,
When this life seems like a museum and you're not the visitor,
When twilight drops it's hazy glass over sunset,
When the entire sky seems like the song I ever skipped,
They said love blooms when we gonna be the one,
But I don't know why there is no horizon in our poem,
Or we're the buds pretending to be some petals,
It starts with you it goes on me, but you know it ends inside the eyes of cosmos,
Hold my hand love, don't stay away from me love,
Its okay to breath on me love,
Cause love crumbles over love.
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9th March 💙✨
#katry #writco
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