Impossible, improbable, inevitable.

She wanted to be kissed by the stars,
To be touched and burnt by the sun.
With so many dreams swimming,
At the bottom of her rucksack,
She yearned to make them come alive.
Inspite of the tears, the scare,
Following the pacts, the promises,
With flowers in her hand,
Fire in her soul,
Impossible, improbable, inevitable.
Slowly as she walked,
She whispered ever so slightly,
In that feeble delicate tone,
‘Let our scars fall in love.’


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