I heard a saying, 'we find love in unusual places'
Haven't found love, who'd expect
despair had done robbing me outta such privilege
Though the flame inside me got flickerin
from time to time, it wouldn't change
my worldview withholdin untamed wonder

Where do I belong?
I keep wonderin, yet not given a chance
to see beyond my imagination unfolding
on behalf of my wandered soul
How come I've made a comfortable living
under familiar noses, yet still
only very few number of them I've allowed
to find out the course of my outgrown heart
you couldn't tell by its growth size,
the loving capacity turnt to shrink then dissipate
Nobody somehow cares, suffice to say–
and, I had loosened more wonder of all

Now that I am boxed in,
I thought, 'would love set the encaptured free?'
My eyes still perfectly capable roamin
forgotten yet occupied places from afar
Like a clicking of a pen, so is the sound of every movement
as this heart nearly fainted
at a glimpse of its cynosure
Oh, who would've thought an old town brought
the essence of yearning back to life


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PS. partly an excerpt of my written poem
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