I heard the thunder
It'll be raining soon
What a graceful evening
Reminds me of your warmth
The sky looks calm
White and blue
With a hint of darkness
The clouds moving at different pace
Like us
Right next to each other
But between you and I
We're moving differently
Want to be together
But running after different things at the end of the line
Different views
Different thoughts on our minds
Didn't you see this
We'll make this possible for us
Even reality hits harder than Thomas the train
Harsher than those bamboos flogging the air
Whatever
We'll play our game
And we'll win
Someday
The clouds
Sometimes they're looking bright
Sometimes they're not
Sometimes they look rather motionless that you start to wonder if you're wrong
So you just wait
Wait for the answer
Whether the clouds would stay or not
It's up to them
And the wind that blows
Would the clouds cry
Would they move and unveil the hiding, blinding lights behind it after being all dark and moody
Would they give up their existence and disappear
Maybe the time would tell
And maybe the fate would whisper something different
Might not be easy
But let's give us a chance
Or rather unlimited chances
Until we make it
15.03.2022
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Those Unsaid Things...
PuisiReady enough to live in this century? If you say yes, then walk in here, walk with pride, walk like a queen. But sometimes we tend to just be out of the lights, living normally with things in our minds kept unspoken.
