The rain drops are few,
But they live the dew
The air is melting behind the curtains
The magnetic whiff is bringing back your memories in my
veins
The subtle aura is your love; your hand is just a little
away
The rain makes us want to reach each other
The snow walks in between, almost from nowhere
Asking us –“Do you recognise one another?”
We stand scared, almost knowing the answer
Your gaze begins to tell me your story
My gaze learns to pretend after the epic
Your love is left moist on your hand
Our hands do all the talking from a distance
They lung out in rebellion – Can’t we be together?
The mantle looks too heavy today
With the weight of their question
Seeking the love and its answers
Will never let the search halt
The search is a lifelong seeker
It never will pray for the sea to part with its salt
The Sea marvels at the love we share
It remembers the Rain drops as they sweep the shore – What a
view!
The air starts melting again today,
Yes the rain drops are few, they love the dew
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