WE ARE LIKE HANDS OF CLOCK, MOVED BY LOOKING SIDE WAYS .....

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As I wandered through your garden ,delicate scents in the breeze stirred my innocent heart and set my stagnant thoughts in motion,
Reminds the feelings of your I've long burried within.
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Those are your cherry blossoms,that vanished while yearning for the sweet fragrance from my grasp ,along captivating my feelings and my soul
Lost in time's unyielding fragile clasp .
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Those soft petals stained with love and pain ,that I used to scent constantly, eventually reminds me yours and mine forbidden tales
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For how long shall I weave my feelings into verses with ink ,For how long shall I yearn for the mere glance of your face .
Destiny or Fate
How many hands I stretched to search
All gone in vain
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I want you in those flowers, I want you to do the same with you the way spring do with cherry blossoms...........🌸


Aryony tales........
Thanks for reading 🙏💙