Our faces are made of dust and stones
As the sparrows return to their home
Evening descends like clouds
Shrouded in magic
We hold hands
And look out into the distant fields
Only to forget
The years that have passed between
Our love has grown calm
And our hearts are like flowers
Waiting to wither and die
But there is somber fire
In our eyes
And familiarity in our touch
Reminder of turbulent seas
Our children are far away
In distant cities and mountains
They have found their own ways
Like we found ours
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They have found their own ways Like we found ours/// now, on this earth the life and love spending time in own way/// distancing makes good life worth