I'm waiting
for the day
when their
would be no one
to draw a line
in between
the wrong
and the right,
and the
world would be
able to
dance in glee
and sing in joy,
and I'd be
able to say
that we've
got our own kind of
freedom,
with your lips
dancing against my own
and your fingers
brushing past
the skin behind
my neck,
leaving goosebumps behind,
as if
footprints on the wet sand.
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The Untold Stories.
Short Story// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
