marks of a hard grip

far above the clouds, amidst some trees
there was a small hut
on the top of the hills
where i was waiting for you
to come
and hold my hand
and take me to that blissful valley
where apple trees dont need to be protected any more
where springs flow without caring
about the stubborn rocks
coming in the way

but that did not happen
isnt that good, else
we will be still recovering form the marks
of hard grip on my wrist

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