Unwritten Instances

Unwritten Instances, now being in this form, of those times past are revived here for my world of words. Not yet all examples prove forbidden.

And the other day, rain did not make its way home. Had there been a single breeze, it’d have smelled every sense you left for me. But thanks to the divinity that your fragrance still remain intact and intact and I pray the Father for no more rain, but the clearer sun rise where dawn paradise would be a perfecto rejuvenation.

Cloud number nine was what we expected, wasn’t that? However, the ghost voyage of Yours to the wonderland was really Your destination. You had to get thru. You had to make something come over. But no more sound is heard. Buzz is really not sufficient and I can’t define it as a sound. Living instances were those moments shared, now not yet torn apart and not yet burnt to ash, because simply they deserve respect.

A world we dreamed of still lies here and hope, you have too. A supersonic maze, we procreated together to the rivalry of nothing just shared imagination of unbelievable thoughts. Free remained cloud parts and dark sky with few countable stars were partaking in our world. Do You still remember? You must, You have to.

But I still remember You once saying “whatever the circumstances be, I will call you at least at the death bed” You must be close to me to have the same night made reversed again.

Waiting to meet You……… if you really exist now for me.

 

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