Posted by Hazel Dream on 8:05 AM

and she Continued humming
like the eternity of dream
like the stale hope of her existence

may be she is tracing herself
in every morning sip
of crispy delight

that's existence ...
"I" searching for "you"
in every mundane leaf that I Pick
and finding "We"



can hope of existence be stale...
thats ever new
growing new every day
veining the two in to one
separate me(s) in to us

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