The gentle sun rays caressing the trees
the cluster of shoots catching their share
A soft warmth blankets the atmosphere
Drying my cold tears
I walk hand in hand with my mate
our naked feet stir the sleepy meadows
a sun kissed dew drop sneakily
settles on our interwoven fingers
My thoughts and his exchange glances
Another day to be with each other
in our lives midway.
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