Let's start afresh as the spring
Sprouts new bulbs in your heart,
The occasional rain of tears in happiness
Inundates my field of vision,
Our hands entwined, our hearts entwined,
The nocturnal ice wouldn't freeze
The warmth ensnared in every step
In this garden of our making,
And as we sip the wine of old age,
Exhausted, rest upon our intimacy
To cherish the sunset of gold,
Its rays flame the blossoms and flora
Into breath of clouds alive,
With which poetic or
Prosaic tales we mould,
Memories replay in a charades.
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