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Just a night away,
From stepping onto the cold stones of fate,
The one I granted for as the only;
I was slipping on them,
Just a step away from treading on them,
Just a door away to get close enough
With my soul—to perceive what's death.
The soulless crease between life and death—
Just a step away,
Until you.
Until the hand that grasped mine,
A frequent call of my name
Splashing vibrant shades afront my eyes,
For what's more than a streak of faith
That colors you hope from monotonous and dead,
For what's more than reaching out to the friend.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
