Lovegraphy

once upon a time, yellow sands were a book for us
we were children newly learning to write
I’ve always likened you to break hours
... between lessons
that never wanted to be over
what is this compensation for?
know that, after you left
24 hours,
that I am thinking with but without you,
every minute of which i am jelous in others,
isn’t enough
no one replaces you
it turns out, the secret of our well-being
is in your wings
maybe, you are life itself
life is like you
as if, you are as close as your name
your footsteps in rare ascents
dewy smile on my window
you are in my every moment
you are like little mint leaves,
pleasant, your freshness is hidden in your taste
it is impossible not to touch you, while loving you
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