twenty fifth june
a boy
across the oceans
far away
begins to work.

Wish every joy for you.

Round like the Sun. Not the one we see, but from another galaxy. Beautiful. So hard to look at, that beautiful. Nothing to say, that beautiful.

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जादू की तरह,
उसकी आंखों की तरह।
जादू की तरह,
उसकी हंसी की तरह।
जादू की तरह,
बारिश की तरह।
जादू की तरह,
आंधी की तरह।
जादू की तरह,
उसकी तरह।

Free

She cut her hair like the ends of the rainbow.
They were growing.
She loved the feel of them on her back, she loved it.
She loved them so much.
Just when she loved them the most, she got them cut.
Like the ends of the rainbow.
And she was free.
Free from the unwanted desire.
Free from herself.

Why

When you write because you're free.
When you write because you love.
When you write because you hope
someone is listening.
When you write to seduce someones
heart and your own.