The unexpected.
It comes with growth.
The unexpected.
It comes with struggles.
The unexpected.
It comes with uncertainties.
Conversations started on a casual note. With an unexpected click in the air.
They grew with sharing fair. From casual to personal note.
They vary from subjects and depths away. From the dailies to the past to the future.
From silly smiles to laughters that mature. Anything under the sky of miles away.
They progressed to a level. On a mutual basis.
Then it hits right on the beats of oasis. Personalised now at a level.
Claws surround the objects.
Clouds envelope the objects.
Cruelty cloud the objects.
Comfort between the objects.
Far it may be. Never it seem to be. Moments shall be. As memories make be.Whatever shall be, will be.
As much as that needs to be done and told.
All it can behold stretches more than imagination.
How long can the beholding be, that's the fear on hold.
The control of growth or not, yet to be in decision.
The constant heartbeats, like those when on a ride.
What more can be that real, it is tough to hide.
The aches that come along, without realisation.
The facts that are present, with recognition.
The little ins and outs, injected life in the objects.
On a unique basis of shared subjects, open yet in the dark hideouts.
The world that huge to be discovered, yet beheld within.
The shared melts in, a special blend that is tough to be denied and rejected.
The unexpected.
The growth of objects, probably meant to be.
The unexpected.
The confessions of secrets, probably meant to be kept.
The unexpected.
The sharing of lives, probably meant to be in that unique way.
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