Daze cross,
Distances unknown,
Seeking reflections,
In each other's eyes.
Like whirlpools,
Silence thrives,
Swallowing words,
And then licking its fingers.
In time,
The night melts,
And as dews,
Mornings are born.
Distance,
Time,
And words,
They all fail-
In one eternal love!
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro
8 years ago
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