whether the mind plays its dirty trick,
or bodies full of betrayal.
those were days of the spinning hearts.
no in between are wide enough,
for question out of question go through.
those were days when people celebrate wisdom,
cheering truths, and dances with genuine kindness.
facts are left behind. depth of thought got the spotlight.
the eyes of the heart don't lie.
it beats along, for as long as being true is the only option.
they had a flowing keeper, in the name of tears.
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