The bond pulls me so close to you.  
I remember you, as if you were so familiar.  
Since when did I become so close to you?  
Since when did I feel this connection so deeply?  

Looking closely at your face, I find myself crying.  
Since when?  

You appear so near, so vivid in my thoughts.  
Since when did you become my savior?  
Is it all me, or the reflection of you within me?  

I'm afraid of how much I might cry.  
At what closeness to the edge do I want to fall?  
Is it going to break me into pieces?  

Are you going to appear so close to me?  
So close to me, can you tell me that?  

Since when did I start recognizing this unfolding?  
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A fieldfare is spotted fidgeting across an invented playing field, filled with its feverish emotions.  

The heart, longing to express a long moment of grief, is simply and succinctly content in its sincere living and honest nature.  

It waits for a heartfelt discovery of a new friend. He catches the bird's eye and feels sadness upon looking into its poignant and overwhelming gaze.  

The bird cries out to cherish the essence of joyful feelings, immersing itself in the soft fibers of love.  

A justified cluster of flowers, moving in a straight line across the field, hears the brief cry of the bird. They wish for a steadfast member of their homes to ask them if they are aware of the need to avoid being swept away by overwhelming emotions, to maintain the balance of their spirited nature, and to prevent a feeble performance.  

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O my sapling,  
let's stay grounded to feel the roots.  
I know it gets blurred.  
In that blur, I try to understand,  
I try my best,  
before it gets too late or early.  

O my sapling, let's stand amongst the flowers,  
shielding against the storm of heaviness.  
More like heavy emotions.  
I know it gets blurred everywhere.  
But it is okay, as something is moving.  
It moves as it touches something within and comes out movingly.  

The feelings within me were growling, so I whispered to them and wept softly with warmth in my feelings.  
My heart feels like it's rolling.  

O dear sapling, let's take a nap to feel our roots.  
The turmoil of feeling is deep, and my heart keeps rolling.  

O heartening care,  
let me not become closed off.  
Let me feel the downpour.  
I need you,  
for my heart keeps rolling with  
the heavy pouring inside,  
and I feel drenched.  

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You left me alone  
When I wanted you so much.  
But then I saw a star, the loneliest  
In the whole sky.  
It captured my heart  
And later danced with it.  
I sang my heart out to the best  
With the hip-hop version of my life and  
Piano love stories that were so unfulfilled.  
But then I saw another mystic star  
That gazed at me and shone in its brilliance to be a friend.  
But I wondered if I was mistaken in thinking it was a friend;  
So I left my stories alone. Later, I danced my heart out  
To feel all the love I had.  
But this time,  
It was to myself that I gave my heart.  
And I won!  
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You write.  
I want to listen.

I want to listen  
in order to feel  
and leave behind  
something that doesn't hold the value of depth.

The depth of love.

The depth of love  
can feel the pain of others' sorrow and the happiness of their celebrations.

Why wasn't I open to it?

I want to feel the mercy  
of your kindness.

The mercy of love that's ingrained in all of us.

I read.  
I read all of it;  
I felt and decided to leave something behind.

I thank you for  
your valued description that I carry now.  
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You looked at me,  
But I did not look at you.  
I looked away, far away, so that I could feel more about you.  

The shining eyes of your heart shine in my heart and make me feel loved.  
Those shining eyes of yours make me feel happy.

You looked at me,  
I looked away, away and far away...  

I felt you right inside my heart...  

I hope I never miss these moments again.  
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All alone... with your heart, all alone...  
Oh... oh...  
All alone, with your chasm, all alone...  

I believe... I stumble,  
I stand and sway to your tune.  

I believe I feel you and sing this song  
In my heart, all alone...  

It is time to be honest about  
Your capacity, your ability to be all alone...  

It’s all alone...  
The timer has its setting to delve deep down when the bell rings to reveal its true timing, and until then, it’s all alone...  
La... la... la...

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