Poetry | The Time

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We are not separated by time and space, Laila. As if we are always together in every chasing breath.
No timeframe taught me about distance.
You are present in every inch of skin.

Like longing that always sinks into the pores, it's too hard to forget an air whose passion carry destiny.
When the promise was spoken silently in a webbed liquid. And the passage of destiny unfolds over time.

There is no time lag until my longing shot up to your sky

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