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The color of my fantasies is that of ocean
Wings of my dreams are like peacock feather
I aspire to fly the day I am out of womb,
Womb of insecurities, womb of feared failure…
My desires, Rivets you, In every thread of brainwave
My proposal, holds a graph of bonding,
You and I, Inseparable.
The heavens of my stances,
Are worthy when with you, Or else,
They are, no more than a piece of earth.
I yearn to walk with you, The aisle of life…
Hand in hand, till through And forever…..
I aspire to fly the day I am out of womb,
Womb of insecurities, womb of feared failure… |
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