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Unexpectedly yours

I who never knew what is it to be loved

has felt it more by the end of Monday morning.

Suddenly it was visible to me, in the flowers and the greenery,

in the healing wounds and the happy injuries.

With the rhythm,I always wanted to dance in,

from the fogs that once was bothering.

How is so graceful fall, when I always intended to be the one catching?

How am I so far and unexpectedly still yours?

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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