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| photo by Iram Bueno |
In a long yet narrow path
uncerainty is the only
thing certain.
In the stillness of the moment, I wonder if you ever think of me.
Am I in love?
Again, I ask myself, are you in love too.
But a rather intriguing and painful question I posed to thy self, with whom?
And if you are, were you happy?
The heart yearns, hoping it beats
for me.
Then suddenly, I heard a voice followed by a soft and tender touches at my face, greeting me "good morning" with a peck. #