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There is a connection between us
Which cannot be named,
Like two old souls meeting for first time.
It's not some chemistry or neither intensity.
Love? Is it even possible.
It's more of Universe meddling
and saying, 'One gift to another,
Intertwined with invisible and unknown,
Till flower and dust,
Music and skies'.
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Eira White
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'Her Paradise On Paper'
PoetryA girl with flower in her hairs, Silence on her lips, Scarred heart, Soft fingers, Both star gazer And moon smitten.....
