The two were
Like touching each other
Almost complementing
Each others splendour
Gazing intently at each other
Not shifting focus,
From one another
Breathing down in a way
Like two gazelles
Spotting at each other
Because it is the season
Of their mating
One spotted,
Dark gray sky
And the other,
Spotted like a dark
Greenish dusty field
When you look from afar
Looking at them
You cannot help
But wander at nature
They melt into each other
This two, like butterfly
Touching and kissing
Prating and playing
They are cast,
Over the long stretch
Of road in their part
Cuddling and wrap around
One another
The beauty,
The splendour,
And the majesty.
Of one and only
The creator himself
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