Five sugared minutes in the salty crowds,
As random faces give unknowing glance
Out flowing in to shells of wise and proud,
A syrup forms of partial love romance
Not all the sounds of stares receive echoes
Although they might be snared in vacant minds
Whose seeds would wait for our withdrawal to grow
Into a shady tree with ease unwind
But never will its shade digress to own
Soft guilt that falls like snow with blinks of eyes
And if our passing moods are sadly thrown
They will dissolve despairs in true disguise
Those counts of five we give to love a chance
And witness how to hours their beats advance
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