May be someday our paths will cross again
And I, holding your hands
Walking silently along the lush green woods
Will recite my incomplete poetry I wrote for you
To narrate how desperately I waited for this day to come
That how eagerly I was waiting for our autumn to arrive
Where you and I will only be there,
To sing songs for each other
And to hold pieces of our unfulfilled dreams together,
Where you and I will be together
To ink a beautiful poetry together,
A poetry where there exist no sober, no pain
But only exist ecstasy and joy,
A poetry of love and hope,
A poetry where our love and presence will get an identity,
A poetry where love will flow like a brimming river
Flowing eternally narrating our stories forever.....
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