Little By Little
I thought two unknown hearts can be one
Two unknown faces could be familiar
Heap, cumulus, hills of freeze love
Would melt in the hereafter.
Ha! As the day passes, it is eating up all the spaces
Bulbs are burning, texts are fading
Small things are getting expanded
Great things are lost.
It is an easy lull to sleep who want
Who hate to up, need sleeping pills!
We hate to accept simple things
And more hate simplest.
We love messy life, transient love, deep hurt
And dynamic, burning memory.
I promised not to write
Sorry! I can not keep my words.
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