There is one image in my mind, dustless for a long time
It redeems my heart, but in argues in silence
Known in its quality, dimensions are there and it never raze.
Carved by the wind, formed by the clouds and it reaches everywhere.
It kisses the moon, the stars and constellation...
You can never hold but always true to my heart.
I love when it glows in the dark as evidence to its delight
A memorial for a heartstruck like mine.
I wonder why i keep this icon of mine,
Even when I travel for a long time
It exists, but i can't hold and I'm longing for touch.
But the bond remains, engrave, always true to my heart.
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