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It's not
fate that created
this senseless
passion.

It was the
mere existence
of
you and me.
  Oct 2020 Natasha Pietrobuono
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
if i can write
and if i can read
if i can dream
as i breathe
maybe someday
but not this day
will the tide change
for you and me
Life is a journey.
We fall,
we rise,
we struggle
and we heal.

We do unthinkable
and
unimaginable things,
and all in all,
we conquer
our fears and dreams.
If shadows
remain
in silence
than why
am I
so
envious
of you?
My

M i N d

Is  S c R e A m I n G

f O r  A n

A n S w E r.


W i L l

It  E v E r

E n D ?
Please don't tell
me to stop,
she whispered.

My soul is
crumbling
and this
is my only
escape.
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