Its unusual, strange, the tides of time...that swell and change,
How they pause where do they flow?
A mystery, a curveball fate does throw...
I wait as always, butterflies in my brain,
Fluttering in hope...peeking in vain...
To get a glimpse at the colours that coat the horizon i am yet to know
How they pause where do they flow?
A mystery, a curveball fate does throw...
I wait as always, butterflies in my brain,
Fluttering in hope...peeking in vain...
To get a glimpse at the colours that coat the horizon i am yet to know
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