I see a moving train, sigh, I don't board it..
I walk to see the sun following me..
I had looked into your eyes, to spot a dot..
It had a pack of expressions, but not for me..
I had seen you come close, me to myself..
You aren't the one for whom I had waited ..
Just that our paths crossed, a gamble of God..
I see you go, in the shadows of time..
As does the leaf that fall, what a sight..
I pick one for you, for your memory, for your love..
I walk to see the sun following me..
I had looked into your eyes, to spot a dot..
It had a pack of expressions, but not for me..
I had seen you come close, me to myself..
You aren't the one for whom I had waited ..
Just that our paths crossed, a gamble of God..
I see you go, in the shadows of time..
As does the leaf that fall, what a sight..
I pick one for you, for your memory, for your love..
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it is in this generosity that a true sense of
belonging is born. [Lines from Rebecca's blogpost]