He sits, and
sits with open eyes.
Glares at her,
the beauty in her, and the charm in her.
The nature
and her blaze, outshines every memory in him.
There goes a
fight in him and her,
He fights to
defy her with deep weaved memories,
He fights to
defy her with those intense ailing.
He sits, and
sits with open eyes.
But has
already been closed,
Dreaming of
all old memories
Dreaming of
all ailing.
And seeing
herself defied,
She in her
charm got lost and more of intensified.
"It was all i got wet this way with heavy cloud hovering above me."
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