Precocious one
If it were the sun, it could be bright, warm, or shiny.
If it were the moon, it could be chilled, peaceful,
and beautiful. If it could not be understood,
it could not be love. If it was not, then
it could be more than it.
Though it may mitigate the pain, it is love.What if?
The purplish brinjal shed its purpleness, just as the
love shed interest.
The road somehow changes its direction toward the destination. But what if destiny has changed?
Although destiny is the same, only the way is
changed. That is how it is working.
Like the love scars as the lovely scars.
The precocious but unconscious heart.
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