She is the hour, and he was the minute. Both coincide countless times a day. But only when it's noon or midnight do they share a minute. When they coincide, it's when the stars only align. But never their destiny, not until the clock of them, hits twelve—both from different times, more like a different universe.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
