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A Mese...





Race, which was crawled yet no end met.
 What happened was fun for that one.
The day arrived, disguised in beauty with shy,
 the presence which happened to be small in quiet. 
Alone within those walls, opening the windows of silence and shy, 
the door of words was shut tight. 
The day, initial was look and the night, everything it took.
The sun was brighter than before so the moon was lighter, therefore. 
When the sun sleeps and the moon was about to rise 
there was a surprise, the presence of feel was magically derived.
Scribbling happened soon with the colour of love in the place of a letter for a moon.
The words were more in those books, yet happy with looks, 
the praise to the fortune which way it took.
The melted days showed me the mirror, what I do for others came to me similar, 
those scribbled when red the feel in those words was to heart, familiar. 
The miscommunication created a distance, in fact, had troubled to meet. 
The blue of the top even in rain had heat. 
The feel was converted to snap on the pages which were wrapped with in the diary,
 out of those words and none of the poetic but this time some Shayari. 
It was difficult to respond, now it's hard to stop chattering even in sense 
is this a change where what described in the essence.
The finger slid on the words making the text alive reading was on a loop on a thick hide,
 dreams were unable to even on five. 
Even numbers get confused when they are been asked to calculate, 
that something which is hard to express difficult to understand and impossible to evaluate. 
The smiles were not delivered nor received, 
but they happened to be seen in the reality of the situation.
 The wheels dint whirl but fly instead when the distance was much closer than the actual seats.
The presence of love made a huge when the colour of the sky, 
dripped from those drops on the perfect blue.
The rectangle covered us and revealed at the same time, 
when the depths of that black was not deeper than eyes, on one and nine.
The shadow of the sound and when looked around but nothing could be found. 
Empty stops made mind hop and within heart some sobs. 
Something got left with the deserving seat instant break was stretched,
 and then eyes met on the twenty-fifth.    

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