FOREVER***

My unwritten art imagined you

when brooding about future, 

you are that angel 

with broken wings

you are that angel 

who is in need of my tinge

you are the angel

so, I’m here

you are the angel

my guardian, my heir…

Now that we are

at the juncture of my piece

I kissed your forehead

unknown to who you are… 

like a diary dream

we became soulmate

destined to love each other… 

You are my poetry

I’m here, I’m yours… 

just think no more

your hiddens, my journey

now and forever… 

Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016©

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