my heart often asks
why monotony and crunch
its the buzzword
I ask instead
love
you happen to be around
a place
love happens at the hearts
it retorts
what the hell
I can do with the stuff around
least related to me
I take a deep breath
see the horizon
when my heart
can make a sense
there is no one for
the winds it search
day and night
eveningful
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