A bouquet of my thoughts where dreams bloom, hope arises, despair confuse, and silence is praised. Something inevitable by my heart, my mind and my soul, brushing that slight hum of words.
My feelings playing with the jumping waves A secrecey, a murmur they says, What they hide, what they reveal Is a mage even for me for days and days.
Is this heart even mine? Are these feelings mine? If so, where's my mind to understand them? Where's the eyes to manifest them?
I miss the gazes of those deep eyes, I miss when the mirror reflected my sighs, A nebulous smile tickles my face A sudden relief with that much haste.
Where's my child gone from me? Where's my childish smiles faded? Where's my sparkling sources of glee, And where's me, and me?
✧«★Where are you from yourself?★✧»
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