I saw you on the streets
walking towards me.
With that smile on your face,
as bright as it could be.Our fingers intertwine;
your eyes are into mine.
Feelings untold
as the stories of the old.
Funny how high
my imaginations fly.
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letters from afar
Puisipoetry. a compilation of unspoken confessions for a person who deserves.
imaginations
I saw you on the streets
walking towards me.
With that smile on your face,
as bright as it could be.Our fingers intertwine;
your eyes are into mine.
Feelings untold
as the stories of the old.
Funny how high
my imaginations fly.