what your special day meant..
for you
ask me
for me
my thoughts of you are insurmountable
like
the motion of the waves in the ocean
the coolness that a zephyr brings in an ajar window
the smoke of a hot porridge served on a chilly day
its the reason to
want to live and not exist
want to fight and not let lose
want to love and not be indifferent
can’t go through day and night
without a bubble
you occupy my thoughts.
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