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4th day of July 2020

Not A Fairy Tale
by yours truly

Under this starry night,
Feeling the cold breeze as might,
With an unpainted expression,
From a girl waiting for her companion.

Wishing something magical,
But somewhat factual,
Longing for someone from afar,
Wishing as if there was a shooting star.

Does she have to wait for long?
Even promises can be broken for among,
The words from him are what she holds,
Keeping it away from fragility as it wont fall.

Holding back more may be a prison,
But her willingness to wait is not a treason,
She dreamt for a time will come,
Not a fantasy, but a realistic outcome.

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