Travel

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Chilling night,
Splendid silver moon,
Tiny specks of stars,
Healing minor scars.

Change of tracks,
Surprises in motion,
Variety of emotions,
Threatens to spill
From the deep dark pits.

Whizzing air,
Whipping her hair.
Long lost memories ,
Buzzing her thoughts.

Deep dark forests,
Greets them aside.
He drives determined,
Vanishes their facade.

It was them!
In search of true love.
Together they go,
Forever abound.

Driving their way
All through the hell,
Words of comfort glues,
the cracks of their adorned hearts,
Desperate for a happily ever after,
They took long strides
off the last bit of hell,
Hand in hand,
Towards the gates
Of heaven!.

💌💍💌

Thank you...



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