Boon to the one who predicts
Or he who is gullible?
A mystery unfolds as the time passes by
With a glimpse into each other’s psyche
That only spreads wider with time
Persona becomes easy to intercept
And guess the next move.
Awake here, Oh soul!
For you might reveal wishful
secrets
Unintended though might cast
A negligible crack;
A crack that is a thin
line
And grows larger with time;
Behold the next words of mine
Just to not wither away the
perception
That my thoughts aren’t bare for
you;
Not for you; Nor for anyone.
Not for you; Nor for anyone.
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