Flowers dancing in the breeze
No word is said
No question asked
No answer given
While we look at the dancing flowers of our mind,
The thoughts that travel across the absence.
The way I talk to you
When u r gone.
About Me
- Maeiva
- I have as many names as my moods, I wear identities asif slippers forgotten under the bed, I mimic the faces of life, I live asif on stage, an actor in the dark, the spotlight sometimes follows and some days i just bathe in utter darkness
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