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“Riding on the wind and I can’t bear the cold. Singing the same song and I’m getting too old. The journey doesn’t seem to end nor does it start…
time will make us what we are.
powerful, boundless and unwavering.
carving its way through obstacles,
like a mighty river ever-flowing.
Floating in the air
in a room with no light;
Nothing could I see
Nor be seen,
And for a moment
It felt alright.
For a long time, I have wanted to write about what happens when two people meet. When we see…