What if the road bifurcates?
What if the river parts ways,
What if you see East,
And I towards the west?
One day the road merges,
Rivers towards sea, surge,
And you see me
I towards you.
Just a matter of time,
As we rhymed,
We will rhyme,
And weave
Rhyme after rhymes
On the strings of time
When sea has less brine.
Waiting for the next rain of summer
When jasmine fragrance
Mix with rain fury
A perfect dais for our dance
Drinking the wine of
Rain and summer.
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