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It's so usual to say everything happens at the right time,
So let it go.
He still cries looking at the frame of his father.
He has everything now
Billionaire, the treasure of pride, everything but his father!
Still, in the midst of these luxuries,
He misses that happy conversation with his father.
She still cries looking at his picture.
Not that there is not enough love to share
But that unspoken care, unspoken words
Died somewhere in the midst of their fights.
That lad still regrets
Looking at their group photo of their schoolmates.
Maybe, they would have been the best couple now
If she could have dared admit that she loved him.
Somewhere, in the process of taking for granted
In the process of postponing feelings
In the process of looking beyond what's present now
In the process of being silent
We are leaving the present
In the struggle for the future, forgetting the present
To the shade of your eyes,
When someone comes, remember to get hold of their hand
May not be there tomorrow!