Rushing through the strange streets,
in search of paradise.
Found myself lost in the chaotic crowd, begging for a way out.
A peaceful shiloute caugt my sight,
Feets apart, yet the souls collide.
In the warmth of her presence,
Chills ran down my spine.
Breaking the silence, her eyes spoke.
She told a story, mirroring mine.
A gush of wind, split our souls
Searching for her, my eyes still roll.
The book seeks closure, for the chapters untold.
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