This is my life...
A silent life...
Living in a veil of falling doors
Confronting every wound’s eternal question-
Why do I survive in the woods of wooden memories?
How do I survive with a heart pricked
with thorns of memories?
Caught in a web of bizarre memories,
The foolish heart still dreams to breathe
Embracing the map of universe in each of its cell,
It only hopes to... BREATHE??
The garden blooms,
Blooms with the new breath of stars-
And their light sparkles in my eyes.
Every tear evaporates with its new birth
Its new breath
And sparks across every wooden garden,
Smiles across every map of this universe....
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