That soul you were searching for was never me, I was just an old leaf who once fell on your palms. I tried soothing you with the breeze and delicate smile. You got used to the warmth of the love from it that you for sometime forgot the soul you were searching. The leaf has now become more delicate. You got bored and started searching the soul again. But the thing is the leaf wants to know if this is the end. Give up the silence you've been gifting it and for once, at least once either tear it apart or keep it safe. It's always been your choice. It'll always be. Let me go or keep me near the heart. Crushing and kissing isn't helping. It's worse than tearing apart.
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