I still visit that temple.

But now,
My prayer doesn't stand
next to me anymore.

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And everybody cares
about the fallen petals.
But, nobody mourns
for the dried roots.

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In between a
Writer's
"You", "She"
"He" , "Him"
and "Her".

People are trying
to find their
Significant "Someone".

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I took a walk
When the city slept.
From my home to her dreams,
Barefoot.

From the corner of the street,
I picked some sweet memories
for her, if she doesn’t remember me.

I was at her door
my hand reached to knock,
I heard a voice sweet like a melody.
she was singing a song for him.
The song that was ‘ours’ once.

I stand there for a moment
then knocked the door,
Leaving those memories at her door
on the doormat.
I took a walk back to home
Barefoot.

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I fall in love
with you. Again.

When I Smile.
Just like you.

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Tonight.
I saw your name
engraved upon a shooting star.

Maybe.
You are someone else's wish too.

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Don't mess with the
Wounded wolf.

Because If you do.
He will heal
his wounds with your
blood.

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I received a letter
far from the milky way.
Saying that we will
meet one day.

Either here on earth or
wandering among the stars.

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You and I.
We are
two different
universes.

We don't meet.
We collide.

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