Universe and Its Plans
It's 12:10 in the morning and while everyone is in deep slumber, my head is wandering somewhere bothered with the realization that we are actually fooled by universe.
We're both in page thirty two but not in the same book.
And so I wonder, when will stars conspire for our story to meet? When will the universe allow our story to begin?
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
