When Cupid strikes
I hate this sunset and hated since ages, Hated the thought of being heretic, The beautiful tinge of orange and shades of yellow, Scouring into the bumptious blanchy black, I wish I could ever see that sunset(sunrise), I wish my life had colours, I am recherche, an unprudent one, I wish I could ever fly in your dreams like I see you in mines. You are my colors and I be your canvas. From the majestic mountains to the towering trees, I could ever be that rainy petrichor And the incense that you would love to smell, I could be my men's masterpiece. I just wished my death That would give me hundreds of births I wished my soul in your mind.
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