Life is a bunch of fridge magnets.
We collect over time
Different shapes and colours in core memories.
Deleting the ones on the way,
Which rendered pain more than rain.
We chase abundance
When True abundance is witnessing the chase.
To see yourself fall and rise
Like a wave beneath those eyes.
Those lavender strands that lit up the eyes
In glorious purple haze.
Those were the days, Those were the days.
Days that took me by the storm, swept me off my feet.
Also the ones that are reaching me on rays.
The song in fridge magnets,
The parable of the one
Which dares to seek
Which seeks to dare.
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