Will I have seen The warmth of a tiny smile That erupted on your face When a tendril Intertwined around A sprout of serenity Disengagement was a gift It was a discovery It was a license to love The moments all around me But which had been missed for so long But no more Let … Continue reading Disengagement was a gift
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