If imaginations can become true
and I can repeat it,
I won't mind living in it forever.
I will savor our kiss
over and again.
Feel your warm embrace
and your hands on mine.
Stare at your smile.
Hear your voice,
your whispers to my ear.
I won't wish for anything anymore
unless it was you.
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Letters To Nimbus
شِعر[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
