ours

Standard

The closed sides of contemplation
crumble baseless to a single
point of countless cosmic windows
Only the refinements, your sediments stand out in the pouring windtunes
Singly
Knowingly
Still how we remain strangers to each other….?!
I say, nay, we are not those crude unknowns lying in stony postures
Rather, crossing over one to one
At all instances
in each figment of living dimensions
We fuse to infuse selves in us
The one that holds us
Undying fire growing to a universe
Ours

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