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I didn't find it significant to state that mountains face up to sky, sky folds in clouds, clouds leak their tears, tears in rain taste less salty, salt is the real precipitate of the waves always rushing in waste.
All this cycle never had me, untill I saw you, lying flat on the bank of a turbulent river, flowing down that melting mountain peak, leting go off it's sparkling snow, still trying to hold, against it's will to stay.
When I saw your puffs matching the colour of the clouds, calling you back to the days of your childhood. Those rains were drops, making you learn that, numbers are actually infinite and that mathematics is all waste, unless applied.
It lead to fumes, evaporating from a scroched land beneath your feet, buried under it's own soil and your soul.
The solar system was just a chapter, turning into cliché poems, untill you showed, how the sunshine wakes you up, from my dreams and the moonlight let's you breathe me out. How the dim lights hanging on your room's wall, makes your own constellation of ifs and buts.
Birds and their beaks never told me their tales, untill your words caged them. Leaves never meant autumn to me, before one day, I walked past them, engaged in your thoughts and heard what actually a soft cry sounds like.
Silence was absence of speech for me, when yesternight i heard nothing, of you telling me how beautiful the shades of rainbow look like and I was lost in the brown of your iris. Shades of brown, smell more of caffeine blending into the shades of grey.
How could the color codes of unused lipsticks look more like a lip of rose petal, brushing over my blushing cheeks. I could smell a lost wood from the book sleeping over your barren chest.
It all came as a circle of clock, when I saw you as a human and humans as natural as nature.
I read this all, when you were asleep. I read your letters, you never sent. I'll learn them by heart, once you decide to deliver.