On The Last Morning of August


If every smile meant a word,
I would have collected hundreds of novels from you by now.

If each blink meant a breath,
I would have lived a thousand lives by now.

If every laugh meant a new city,
I would have travelled a million realms by now.

If only I could visit those realms again, live life again and collect the novels again,
Just…just somehow.

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