Mystery.

poem, random feels, sea shells 1 Minute 
Being open is realizing
there's no barrier between
you and me-
we both came
with a certain touch
of mystery,
not afraid of
changing our minds
giving time,
letting go the notion
of straight lines
regarding life.

Published by hotsurf

Like to travel, read, play cello etc.

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