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Poetry

When I saw life killing me, A thought crossed my head: I had spent my entire life chasing horizons. Horizons which I could never touch.

So happy I could die

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by _Anaam

by _Anaam

I wish I could see you smile

from your eyes,

watch you touching your hair,

running your fingers through them.

I almost forgot

the way you sound like,

the sight of you looking back at me,

the smell of your sweater,

the touch of your lips,

the light brown tinge in your eyes,

the feeling of sunshine falling on your face,

the infinite pain, the crying soul.

I was so happy I could die.