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Sorry for being strange in your mirror of eyes, I

Sorry for being strange in your mirror of eyes, I know I'm so close to you but still far away just like the sun touching the sky in the horizon but still not touching and leaving behind illusions only. (Caption...) Dear stranger uhmm... Sorry for being strange in your mirror of eyes, I know I'm so close to you but still far away just like the sun touching the sky in the horizon but still not touching and leaving behind illusions only. I kept on beading the beads of each and everyone's happiness but not yours. Maybe I thought you would definitely try at least by the end of the day to get out from the storm of loneliness and your silent screams as I thought there might be someone who can hear your arrhythmic beats which you were hiding behind your crescent moon of your wrinkling face. I never bothered to ask you how are you? What you need? Or are you really okay? As I can feel your warmth but that warmth felt like a sun struggling to shine behind those thick layers of snowy clouds. Ah! I enjoyed the ride of rhymes in your poetry but I never thought to dive deep into the ink which was bleeding from your heart. To the world your poetry is magical and mesmerising universe but failed to see your poetry as a shooting star who was falling in the peaceful pages to wipe out all unexpected and unbearable pain wishing to smile again which seemed miles away from the sight.
Sorry for being strange in your mirror of eyes, I know I'm so close to you but still far away just like the sun touching the sky in the horizon but still not touching and leaving behind illusions only. (Caption...) Dear stranger uhmm... Sorry for being strange in your mirror of eyes, I know I'm so close to you but still far away just like the sun touching the sky in the horizon but still not touching and leaving behind illusions only. I kept on beading the beads of each and everyone's happiness but not yours. Maybe I thought you would definitely try at least by the end of the day to get out from the storm of loneliness and your silent screams as I thought there might be someone who can hear your arrhythmic beats which you were hiding behind your crescent moon of your wrinkling face. I never bothered to ask you how are you? What you need? Or are you really okay? As I can feel your warmth but that warmth felt like a sun struggling to shine behind those thick layers of snowy clouds. Ah! I enjoyed the ride of rhymes in your poetry but I never thought to dive deep into the ink which was bleeding from your heart. To the world your poetry is magical and mesmerising universe but failed to see your poetry as a shooting star who was falling in the peaceful pages to wipe out all unexpected and unbearable pain wishing to smile again which seemed miles away from the sight.
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