I watched her, enwrapped in the impeccant laughter, and met
those dimples on her cheeks.
The depth of ocean seemed short, when my eyes apparently glued
onto hers.
I knew her hand from mine will never get away, as she
existed for me beyond promises.
Until one day, when I realized my arms never ever existed. I was born armless.
I fail to imagine how your imagination touches its peak.
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