again, the nonstop wuthering rain
didn't see your face
but the closest I ever got
soothed in your words
that was calm, warm and wise
what a dream
merely a moment ago
stuck in the struggle to make sense
a sudden turn at the corner
gifted what I've been longing for
"in love?
that's never beyond one's own image and imagination!"
could be,
very much true in fact
but the kisses were real
why does any of it matter?
if I'm true to myself
as much as you are to you
aren't we all on our own respective journeys?
when our universes cross
it left warmth but no despair
light but no darkness
isn't it the true magic?
twirling in the chaotic nebula
we're forever linked
by that illuminating starlight
we both witnessed
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