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Through your hazel eyes
See I consistently human to dies?
Could I feel the aroma of white clouds
when bird flies
If my hands aspire to be sufficient close to yours
And then my mind realize that this is consecutive paradox of our own lives
Overwhelmed an universe of boundaries
Sits and write in my emotional diaries
-extremely irresistible - sometimes.
Daily I meet one person,
and every single day he is the image
of one hundred and one different figures.
And every last sink to the ocean's depths
While I am sunk in thoughts
Slightly expressed
...nevertheless