Sometimes its all about how a heart feels beautiful,
though expressed immensely all alone peacefully,
inhaling all the questions,
accepting all the doubts,
yet the soul dances with smile,
Wonder if its possible for the other side of the story,
just to get the glimpse of here,
selflessly out of words period,
when only playing with imagination works,
yet I don’t call it illusion,
‘it happens’ is what I call,
and when it happened,
whispered the words with the wind,
as my spirit secretly traveled,
by the side where you exists now,
and it all happened just in a dream.
Mashutzo Writes.
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