Thoughts on invisible walls remains one
efforts
of true love do
not ever diminish
even at celestial entrance
Never!
the one to blame is he
who only blinks at the
paint and is worried why
there are no stains
on the brushes.
It's not a work of art if
it's not birthed out
of the imaginary.
Cracks in your brain
can only be felt by you.
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