Climbing mountains
with your loneliness.
The present is a shadow.
The future is still not here.
What
does
it
mean
to grow?
And suddenly I look
into your eyes.
We vibrate
in resonance.
Exploring the potential
of our being together.
Who am I. Who are you.
What
is
trust?
All the boundaries
are getting blurred.
And everything shines
as it has never shone before.
[let you bloom where you are planted]
Crescendo ~
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