Meeting of the two, floating clouds filled with beautiful hues,
An inexpressible fear of bursting
What if someone said those three little words before I drew,
To the perennial world painted as skies in her favourite blues?
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Profound poetry. The line of thinking "All I see is always this I, Adoring reminiscence, clear of sight."
The line of thinking " All I see is always this I, Adoring reminiscence, clear of sight" is the gravest I'll we are facing today.. Loved this.