Whenever our eyes met, I saw fire burning in your eyes,
the one which you usually dim for others. When I stood
close to you, I felt as if strings from your heart were opening
up mine; as if you’re opening a book, not to read or write
a chapter, but to make me see me in a mirror, which is you.
Our bodies are carrying cracks – the moonlight shines
through them. We glow ever so differently under ever-lasting
light of the universe. Yet there is something familiar
that connects us. The very cells of our hearts. The
timeless journey of atoms circling in our bloodstream.
The space between our hearts
intangible.
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