reaching our quinquennial
yet all I can see of what's to-be are mere blurred images
our journey seems to have come to a standstill
like the red lights whicn won't turn green
sometimes thoughts flutter into my mind
which I can't help but brush aside
sometimes I look at you
hoping to find a trace of hope
to rekindle my faith in this affinity
all these pent-up frustrations with no outlet to go.
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