I will love you As an empty jar Waiting for streams of words Telling me stories, Containing drops of secrets Petrifying in our soul, Concocting ingredients of ideas Writing beautiful love stories, Catching breeze of affection Weaving sheet of loyalty.
Empty jar with air, Looks empty? I breathe the air, Beloved. Empty?
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Empty isn’t always as it is, depending on which eyes one is using to scrutinise the reality. Reality? Debatable indeed. What is seen isn’t fact yet; it is still a perspective.
So, don’t worry too much about how they perceive others. It’s not a fact, it’s a bunch of perspectives that can change based on where they stand.
Being empty is often needed. Imagine getting constipated for one week. The only thing to dream of will be emptying stomach.
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