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// Fields of Heather//

In the deserted isle
she gets nostalgic,
Runs her finger over the bouquet like bushes cryptic,
with a smile.

And above her fingers,
There floats the petal like flames.
Where they passed their days together.
Wandering in the fields of Heather.

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With all her yells burried within
Silence was her ultimate disguise.
She kept quiet.
Coz that's what they recognise,
as being wise.

//Read Caption//

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All she could
say was that
She was fine,
wearing a smile,
While,
only those pepper spray
Knew how
she really felt.

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Recalling the aura which had the nostalgia of Life Before Covid...

Distance whispered
the real meaning of closeness...

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Somewhere she knew,
When she had a lot to choose,
There was something amongst the choices,
that was bound to lose

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Happy Birthday
to this
Amazing Soul!

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//its just,
She concealed
What he confided.
Smiling at her,
as he turned those pages.//

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Every maths teacher
*Who has been solving the same freaking Question for about 10 years*
Be like :
(to us who saw the Question for yhe first time in life)

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Can't "we" be reality?
Am tired of making memories

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