I touched the leaves
Hoping you touched it once.
I took deep breath
Knowing the same
Air you inhaled here.
I carefully stepped on
Grass, believing,
Your footsteps were there,
Mingling with the
Dew drops of winter.
That's much…..
Because, it's about life!
But, I won't hug death,
As because you will.
That's not life!
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