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Thursday, 10 May 2018

To whom, if not to you?


It's been long, it's been weeks.
Nights have been cold, and mornings, blue.
I decided to write a piece,
To whom, if not to you? 

It still feels new...
Calm, like a river, yet so loud like a storm.
It was my thoughts alone.
My dreams, my hopes.

Then you happened. 

Your warm smile...
The cold crisp feeling of the first kiss.
We had walked... so many miles.
A journey so much worth the bliss.

Felt like the end. 
The start of a new reality.
It still feels new...
The beginning of many beautiful stories.
It was.

It will always be.