Again this day
I am back to a wrinkled shore
Not sure why again
I crave for those flowers
Not to ordain my feasts
Not to celebrate my weathers
But to remember an awakened sleep
Only for u to come again
And spread those petals
When this chest will freeze its burns
May the time play a puzzle
And knock, knock at my doors again
Knowing the wedges of past
Or make me sooth your marble lips
When mud and mind wed each other
I am sure eyes are born to haunt
My lazy leaves of stealthy roots
Why did u see my hands?
I thought it was a deserted water
But now I know it breathe my fears
And rippled past my primal desires
Now I salute all those waves
And unborn shadows for their silence
And unseen mirrors for their stillness
And march into my circus tents
Let's meet at least when walls will weep
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