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Aman Saa

He And She(somewhere, Another Day)

Has the past grown old
If the clouds dried after the downpour
Burning like a forest fire was always my desire,
Spreading and wide
But when wind blows the ashes in orphaned strings,
I reign myself with a incomplete dream

She-What made you bid adieu me with smiles that you had never smiled before
He-Love that cannot let go can never make one stay, walls must be intense to the ground but also free and boundless for boundaries are illusions waiting to be broken, and Walls must love the prison as much as they love freedom
She- Tell me of your times thereafter
He- At each moment death and breath stood at crossroads,
In their midst it remained and smiling they walked hand in hand for breath knew many of its victories gone and to come and death knew that the last one would be its
She-I don't believe in dreams-
He-The charm of the thought that even the funerals of my dreams each morning are beautiful if I dreamt of you made me live and believe in many miracles
Dreams do come true…can I touch you once?
She-Did you wanted me close
He-I found you in the thousand drops of flashes of my lost dreams
And as I jotted down to form your face and they hurtled away into disappearance
Many farewells met many greetings and everything was colorful and sad
With curiosity melted in longing, I found you as the eighth color of every rainbow

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Story Of Love Untitled

In summer he saw her
And on the first occasion of word
It was wool and winter..
In between those disappeared months
Each day he attended lessons on patience
And observed the occurrence of losing himself


When in his savings he felt enough
are faith and strength,
one fine unforgettable day as noon was on a go
he stood touching her shadow and declared to her
that his name is lover….
and asked wasn't lovely name of her?
With a not usual smile she veiled her surprise
and under those black beauty of her eyes
she calmed her amazement that tried to rise..

Silence used to be his nature and
with the purpose of turning wise

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