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Somehow
She's got a garden of soul in her heart
and the flowers are in her smile.
And she floats on clouds made of dreams and hopes like a silver shining wish.
I know she knows this
I hope she does
All her words slide across the sky and
into my mind
caressing warmly, gently sighing
Holding rapture in kingless courts
These forgotten wiles and a lost sunrise
Breaking softly crashing past the rocks
Fortitude withering madly quiet
Soothed mute and crossing fingers
She's a garden of soul and she grows
her flowers madly and storms of trees and leaves
in a teacup gently brewing of gold and silver
thoughts like silk strands of rain falling on my cheeks
I hope she knows this
I hope she hopes
Pulling a coat tightly around hunched shoulders
and doubling up in time slow and brackish
crystal sunlight sunken through the branches
casting shadows on the thorns and the thickets
and the brush of feelings and light drops away
far away.
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Sab Kuch Tick Tock Hai
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