You see words the same way I do,
With eyes that glow in yearning,
With heart bursting at the seams—
My comrade, you are.
We traverse these dimensions
Of black and white,
Where the smell of papers
Lingers into our lives.
Each smile is a memory,
A dream or an adventure;
We have bonds beyond reality
More precious than any treasure.
It is carved deep into our marrow,
Identical to the myths that we hallow,
The moment you read any prose,
Fate binds us as fellows.
Your mind and my mind
Like God's hands they intertwined,
Creating myriads of realities
That only we could realize.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:10 AM UTC
You see words the same way I do,
With eyes that glow in yearning,
With heart bursting at the seams—
My comrade, you are.
We traverse these dimensions
Of black and white,
Where the smell of papers
Lingers into our lives.
Each smile is a memory,
A dream or an adventure;
We have bonds beyond reality
More precious than any treasure.
It is carved deep into our marrow,
Identical to the myths that we hallow,
The moment you read any prose,
Fate binds us as fellows.
Your mind and my mind
Like God's hands they intertwined,
Creating myriads of realities
That only we could realize.
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