Let's go back to the days
without animosity.
When love sparkles
on each other's eyes
until society became wise,
wise yet full of cries.
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Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
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Let's go back to the days
without animosity.
When love sparkles
on each other's eyes
until society became wise,
wise yet full of cries.
