small things

it is how we see this world;

a grand masterpiece or

one comprised with a lot of small things

things as small as you hadn’t even thought of

like as little as a point .

that stops a conversation

or might make the line into a tangent

and that is what i thought we were

two straight lines, tangents of love

intersecting each other at a point of time

until this day, we met each other once again

and that is when i realized

we were never straight lines to begin with

but two circles encompassing their own versions of love

only intersecting at a certain point of time.

the reason we are bound to fall for-

each other time and again.

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