our hearts...and beyond time
there are times... i could feel there is no hatred in my heart..
pure..and white as silk..
i may say wrong things, do unusual, going places to where nobody wants to
think and go beyond
sky and clouds..and talking strange language..
i am weird and quirky..
unpredictable..
and drinking coffee with you..
easy..
simple..
it is time when i could not find others crawled in my life..no stories before..or yours
it is only us..
and me, looking at us..
could i say more to life?
let me hug you..
so our hearts beat the same tune..again
“The heart is a
The thousand-stringed instrument
That can only be tuned with
Love.”
― حافظ, The Gift
pure..and white as silk..
i may say wrong things, do unusual, going places to where nobody wants to
think and go beyond
sky and clouds..and talking strange language..
i am weird and quirky..
unpredictable..
and drinking coffee with you..
easy..
simple..
it is time when i could not find others crawled in my life..no stories before..or yours
it is only us..
and me, looking at us..
could i say more to life?
let me hug you..
so our hearts beat the same tune..again
“The heart is a
The thousand-stringed instrument
That can only be tuned with
Love.”
― حافظ, The Gift
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