And if one day,
our palms were to join again
and our breaths had
a chance, to entangle once more
...
And then one day with a gust of wind
the leaf finally gave up and fell
and while other leaves rejoiced the monsoon gushes
it danced and swayed and fell.
...
Once More
And if one day,
our palms were to join again
and our breaths had
a chance, to entangle once more
I'd let our fingers seep through my rigid walls
to weep and meet like old friends
and remember old moments, and promises
that roam the emptiness of their deserted world;
It was a little hard on them after all.
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