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We have our timezones. You have lit my nights with oil lamps, and scribbled words, dripping ink, bright blue circular, circumventing words. I have glistened your days, with sunshine, and the smell of rain, with sprinkles of cool breeze showering on you. My candles and rays, are tip toeing out of sight, I fall short of noticing them, (partly because work kills me) but more so, because you have made them seamless, and thriving. My pages, do not boast of love, or affection, or any of that miserable writing, they screams passion, they rip into anger and courage, belief, belief you sewed into me, with your gentle hands, fidgeting and seeking. And your eyes, do not burn from the sunshine, they glow, and stare into the depths, I see in you. I know you hate the rain, so mine doesn’t actually come down on you, it lingers with its scent teasing you. The cold breeze doesn’t suffocate your breath, it travels through your body- within your veins, it is breath. We have our timezones, but we meet at the horizon.
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
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We have our timezones. You have lit my nights with oil lamps, and scribbled words, dripping ink, bright blue circular, circumventing words. I have glistened your days, with sunshine, and the smell of rain, with sprinkles of cool breeze showering on you. My candles and rays, are tip toeing out of sight, I fall short of noticing them, (partly because work kills me) but more so, because you have made them seamless, and thriving. My pages, do not boast of love, or affection, or any of that miserable writing, they screams passion, they rip into anger and courage, belief, belief you sewed into me, with your gentle hands, fidgeting and seeking. And your eyes, do not burn from the sunshine, they glow, and stare into the depths, I see in you. I know you hate the rain, so mine doesn’t actually come down on you, it lingers with its scent teasing you. The cold breeze doesn’t suffocate your breath, it travels through your body- within your veins, it is breath. We have our timezones, but we meet at the horizon.
devyani-mahajan
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
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