Nothing is there
Between you and me.
I am sure, you would
Come and I would go.
No flowery speech,
Just let the things
Pass as usual with
Or without identification.
Fleeting is there
And we wait for
Fragments union.
We wait till it is
Covered up in phases
With no one's help.
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