I will grow through the wheel of endless hours, that is not
what worries me,
I will walk miles under the infinite glittery sky, that is
not what scares me.
The thought that brings chill to my bones is to be a grown
up without you!
And you! Do you even know you?
Ah what do I write about you?
Only if I could know you a little more better and close,
I have a treasure box of words to write upon.
For you, I can paint the cold water flowing down from the
Himalayas.
For you, I can draw on a bright summer clear sky.
For you, I can art the majestic forest fire.
Only if I could know you a little more better and close.
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