I and the Conciousness
Your eyes stoned from the moment it dazzled against darkness
I don't want you to be like this
Hoping another moment gently sprang sweet kisses..
Inevitably holding moments of depth and thing must not compare
These lovely eyes..
Won't meet another chances..
Maybe lost of the winds..
And wings fallen..
Should I compare the blissfulness
Tis' doleful?
Tis' omen calls?
Should I?
Nowhere it seems..
Seems like things change happens so fast within the queue of conciousness..
Tis' I and the conciousness..
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