Remnant
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The eyes meet and then
It rains kisses from the heaven.
I turn your soil into mine
And give you a moondropp divine.
Storms our loves weather
Tides bring our souls together
Hearts woven one, we ride into fires
Timelessness is what our bond aspires.
But youth is as ruthless as a mirror
Like a cold creeping terror,
It catches us to leave us behind.
You and I carry its embers in our mind.
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