My beloved stranger

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I have always known you, 
my life revolves around you.
Yet you are so gracefully 
unfamiliar to me.

I don’t know about your
teenage dreams
or about the days in your
house by the stream

I dont know if you had 
cried yourself to sleep,
I don’t know if your heart have
any wounds that are so deep.

I don’t know the story of 
your scars.
I dont know whether as a child, you loved
to see the sky full of stars 

I don’t know if i’ll ever get to know
you completely 
I dont know any of secrets,
Dreams or your story. 

But i do know that your 
heart is a garden of love,
the flowers blooms everyday,
Forever for me
Forever for me. 

*mom*

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