There was a heavy rain
to meet the thirst of the earth.

and then there was
the downpour of my tears
to moisten the dry heart
and burning soul.




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No. not a fairytale.
But trust me,
our love, was magic.





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Where should she keep her heart?
Where would it grow safe?
Burying it deep within
the moist soil,
she managed to
leave it unwatered that way.








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And the place would be
where my soul is able to
recognize a feeling
of home in yours.

where there would be
no complicacies, no trouble.
where it is natural,
deep and simple.



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Even today as you pass-by,
I could hear that heart beat pace with stride.
Every step towards the other,
flies all memories back to the nest.
No love left. Yet so deep.





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I breakdown often.
So miserably that I find you beside me.
knowing, you are not.






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And nobody explained
this land of the fairy tale,
where separation was permanent
and hearts were never mend.




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I chose blade in the dark until I realized,
some are growing out of the dark, and
the rest has lived their darkest nights.





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in the last hour,
before he left,
we hugged.
but, only i held him.




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Do not trust the words.
Trust, the person.



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