Not like the dream that ends with open eyes
Or like the moon
that disappears behind the dark clouds
You are like the fresh breeze of air
I breathe in every day
The calmness I feel every night
You are my poem without words.
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she typed... and erased typed again... erased again. the muse - lost somewhere, amidst the chaos of her mind. she took a deep breath and got...