Heeramon, stop for me a while
For one lost word one smile
Long brewing in deep
For long caged in lip.
It’s time we made a start
Rein rush and speak our heart
In moments precious holding hands
Pick pieces of that lost word’s strands.
For long we have lived in thrift
Two islands remote adrift
In coldness distant aloof
In silence under mortuary’s roof!
Heeramon, it’s time for rewind
Walk back the times left behind
On the stretch of frittered away mile
Where we left one word one smile!
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