You were a dream yesterday,
Feelings turned out to be a Zephyr
The ink was so close to me
Helping the right way back,
Enabling to pour the emotions within.
Concentrating on the rhythm of evergreen music,
I felt you in front of my eyelids.
The dream of yesterday stood real
It's not the time we spent mattered,
But the feeling of togetherness,
The urge of being alive.
Dead desire blooms
Thoughts mixed up through.
I believed in you,
As every letter penned for you
Gets stuck as the promise
I felt you every time.
The poem of uncertainty
Now is certain as unique thoughts.

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