In this temple of memories, i stood.. the flood swept my feet and i felt its heaviness gently , it was like if it’s rushing through my veins and arteries.. in this street I wandered listening to “can you feel it? One mind and heart we are connected by an invisible thread”.
In front of your glorious gates i fell on my knees.. supplicating “please let the light of your beloved face shine through those Windows , bless me with one more warm smile”
In this temple of yours, a cold tear ran down my face as i pray “one day under the orange sun we will dance again, one day we will lay down face to face and share stories that aren’t sad”
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