let it be..be it for a day
illusions floatingwho wants a stirrer to pierce?
lingering smell
who wants time to test?
that sound of your laughter
betrayed your heart.
yet,
a moment was made.
my day is made.
Poetry by existence
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Written on 2014-03-26 at 10:03
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