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The Smell of Water
Come with me to dream of sleepless nights,
To bid farewell to the leaves that wither,
Under this dust filled sky.
To talk of water gathering in a stagnant pool,
And when the emotions come rushing in,
It's something that disappears within.
Something that makes the world serene,
And the sky talks of memories I can't explain.
Come with me to sail a ship through infinite blues,
As droplets of red stains the coral shore,
The backdoor of eyes open to stare at that sight.
Everything is rendered silent,
And the horizon glints with lights.
I saw an infinite world reminiscent of cosmos,
The flames of life that still endured.
And through that shimmering beauty,
I could smell the fragrance of a quiet world.
Like rays of sun never reaching my eyes,
To let go of songs that are never sung.
A dream in aurora that still burns in flames,
And the fairies kept chanting a name.
I want to escape,
Travel with me, I'm so lonely,
My insecurities reveal themselves.
When I don't want to cry,
It's time to die.
When my thoughts are incoherent,
And I'm addicted to sadness,
I only see the souls of human.
To bid farewell to the leaves that wither,
Under this dust filled sky.
To talk of water gathering in a stagnant pool,
And when the emotions come rushing in,
It's something that disappears within.
Something that makes the world serene,
And the sky talks of memories I can't explain.
Come with me to sail a ship through infinite blues,
As droplets of red stains the coral shore,
The backdoor of eyes open to stare at that sight.
Everything is rendered silent,
And the horizon glints with lights.
I saw an infinite world reminiscent of cosmos,
The flames of life that still endured.
And through that shimmering beauty,
I could smell the fragrance of a quiet world.
Like rays of sun never reaching my eyes,
To let go of songs that are never sung.
A dream in aurora that still burns in flames,
And the fairies kept chanting a name.
I want to escape,
Travel with me, I'm so lonely,
My insecurities reveal themselves.
When I don't want to cry,
It's time to die.
When my thoughts are incoherent,
And I'm addicted to sadness,
I only see the souls of human.
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