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Heart beats fast
Colours and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
-Christina Perri, A Thousand Years
Warm wind breezes through, and it kisses your cheeks while you are busy thinking.
The night in London is quiet. Speeches freeze in the mouth, and the expressions hide in the smile.
White petals of the flowers, blend into the night with the longing to be held by a passer-by, when the warm wind touches them.
Some fall, on the parchments with unknown scribbles, but familiar feelings. Some are gone with the wind, to the place over the rainbow, on the other side of the world.
Words are beautiful, because they are a string of alphabets, with spaces in between, which are filled by emotions and thoughts, depicting the untold stories.
The young sailor thought so.
He knows where is he sailing to, but he took a detour yesterday. And, that has made all the difference.
The pearl he found on the detour, is a thousand years of vague memory, knocking the doorstep of his heart.
He closes his eyes, and it becomes one step closer.
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