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Before it Could Bloom

Winter knocked at my door Before it could bloom Staring into an abyss I long for the days old good   Deserted like embers from burning firewood Love took a huge rebound Still waiting for it to return Return in the best shade of blue   I saw the gray entering my periphery The fog  covered my sense of insecurity Thought- the lost is for someone who are “us” But my story didn’t even began

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