Monday, 6 January 2014

Cosmos Conspiracy

Sun burns but never stamps scorches on my pores like you do
Wind blows but never sweeps my framed images to flee like you do
Stars shoot but never grant my tacit wishes like you do
Moons project their lights to the ground but never catch my attentions like you do
Residents of earth have got no smiles like you do
Guess what, the cosmos has been conspiring to make me love you

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