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The time when wheels rush. In green walls and felt the blush. All is in harmony, When words feel and see. The looks and tremble, Sitting next to your table. We were there for hours. Whereas, the scent of strangers, Scream not to fall, For falling is to feel small.
I was there singing. Winking, eating, and breathing, And hey, that was you, In a crowded room yet felt few, Who I look up to. I'm glancing for one or two. All of a sudden, The pieces wanted to mend, Wanted to be one, Just like the moon and the sun.
Indeed, everything- With the colors for dreaming, Blinking 3:00 AM, Is turning into a gem. As well as the night... Hustle and bustle's daylight, The lights and the wind, Are hand in hand as it seems, Writing and praying, Just for us to meet again.
HARMONY II
Thank God our nights collided In the fascinating night winds of June 28. The light bulbs of Sigh and the porch have never said "Hi!" After filling up our Bellies, My tummy became full of butterflies and bees. Stealing glances awkwardly, You're wearing khaki shorts and a white Tee. I still can't believe it, The Almighty has aligned our stars to meet.
'Twas already 2:00 AM Selene painted our night sky's horizon. We were at the beach. Indeed, that was perfect bliss. Feeling the sand and the ocean breeze where waves are making harmonies. We drank the moon and stars, Night gazing with my heart of binoculars. I looked at you laughing like a baby, Your friends are awesome - they're good company.
Night-swimming, and singing my heart out, Like screaming out your name with my tipsy mouth. For you, I will jump and fall for more, I've never felt this one before. Captivating paragon scenery, With my overshared thoughts and story, I melted away when you were looking at me, Listening to my past and history, And your eyes were like specular sea and poetry.
Made my night, Shooting stars, unopened bottles, and crystallite. Now I'm still stuck in that moment, Left in that Sunday's leisurement. Perhaps, you're a thick book to write, With numbers of sleepless nights. Another whispered prayer with my bended knee, You're just another letter in a bottle for me to free. But I'll fall and flow like an hourglass of gold, Forever this page will never be unfold.
