I met her on a summer's infancy,
when she was blissfully pretty and full of melancholy,
We were both lost souls,
seeking purpose on where and when.
Suddenly she held my hand,
and gave a pensive and innocent smile,
I suddenly submit - I don't know why
but it was feeling that felt so good,
even heaven is not enough to describe
After a long walk,
We were in a event,
they call it "Matsuri",
it was vivid and colorful, and happy,
but I ponder, "why here?",
and suddenly - I understand why:
She was sending me a sublimal message -
Life's purpose was to enjoy the vivid colors,
not to submit on earthly necessities one too many.
Finally I grab her close,
and we were inches apart,
I embraced her warmth and cried,
because once in my life - I may not find a purpose,
but I found a reason.
Thank you.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
I met her on a summer's infancy,
when she was blissfully pretty and full of melancholy,
We were both lost souls,
seeking purpose on where and when.
Suddenly she held my hand,
and gave a pensive and innocent smile,
I suddenly submit - I don't know why
but it was feeling that felt so good,
even heaven is not enough to describe
After a long walk,
We were in a event,
they call it "Matsuri",
it was vivid and colorful, and happy,
but I ponder, "why here?",
and suddenly - I understand why:
She was sending me a sublimal message -
Life's purpose was to enjoy the vivid colors,
not to submit on earthly necessities one too many.
Finally I grab her close,
and we were inches apart,
I embraced her warmth and cried,
because once in my life - I may not find a purpose,
but I found a reason.
Thank you.
Based on a true story by yours truly
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