We are two flowers
of the same branch
looking up to the moon
In lovely silence of deep love.
In our intimate meetings
we were lost in silence
so often, and remaining
in such depth of silence
was our joy of ardency.
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In depth of silence is the joy of our ardency. Lovely poem Dev