You and I live in harmony
In my heart and in my head
You softly lean closer to me
Whispering something as I turn crimson red
I place my hand to pull you closer
To breakaway the next moment
Echoes of your whispers fading into distance
Realizing this was a dream, an epiphany
I'm not destined to confide in your soul
So now I seek to hide in your shadows
Yet you don't have a shade to offer
Aimlessly, I wander
As I bathe in cliff-side pools
Brimming with false hopes and anticipations.
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Seasons of Youth
General FictionGreetings!! This book is going to be a compilation of the prose and poetries that I write. Most of it is something that almost everyone can relate to, specially if they've ever felt connected to someone. Music has always been an indispensable part...
