For even in the pauses
Midst of the words
You always treaded
On the right curls
Of my otherwise
Hesitant pen.

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And in those second chances
We read the blades and folds
Of life.

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She shall speak again
To the stars, the sky, the meadows
When she calls the moon a Moon!

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The roads seemed ripped
The journeys almost incomplete
Footsteps took pause
The pavement wobbled
A sky being built
In the lost hours.

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She always stood near the fence
That overlooked the sky
As if there isn't much to be caged
In her.

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I wish the stars Shine under water
And the sky crashing into waves.

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A star that shone bright
Wherever her face revealed.

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The pages are so thin
To engulf our story
For it minced every bit
Of moments.

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Ask for one more mark
Or say counting mistake.

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A night that rained
Thousand stars
And the tears
That drenched
His cheeks.

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