Thunder, THUndeR, and misty chirps
like her kisses in the summer
Her eyes danced in the rain
and she almost heard our songs again
Shades of brown come alive
where bark carved its tribute
blessed by sun

And another year
(I haven’t forgotten)

How curious…!
How curious, indeed
That my hair curls around silver,
swimming in sweat and hot breath again
In dreams, I’m visited thrice
Twenty and thrice young
And my heart is my own

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