In that one glance I had let myself fall into this depth of entangled confusion, before I could pull myself out from it’s grip, it had managed to root itself inside my gut, running through my veins like string of fate. In the light of the moon, dirt became a path, dreams rhymes with that of a dream, where darkness was not to be lost, but stillness to find. The love had come back into abstract by losing power to be in control. I gave in, envelope in my words, a poem embodies the beauty of love
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