even after the pages
of this chapter have been
turned, or burnt...
the scent shall linger,
as would the images of laughter...
points in our lives
where we created,
tangents...dreams
we lived for a day or two...
dancing to the hymn
of fate's musings..
that single thread that holds,
us,
together..
Love this shortest whisper ! Every word makes me close my eyes and go deep inside you in your core.
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