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With the moon tip toeing around us Our story wasn’t epic or riddled with heartbreaks Our rain walks on blurred streets were never a steady heartbeat In our hunt for an ancient two-story house with walls wrapped in fern And a forest full of critters as a back yard. We held hands and lamented on old shadows In steps one after another Stories are told in notes of a bird song. I would try to tell an epic involving sparrows of my balcony spanning millennia And sometimes your smiling eye would stop me mid-sentence Mostly on Mondays Thank you for May Then thank you for May again And June and thereafter. People are like old yellow newsp

Here and now After crossing hundreds of miles Through forest that consoles desolate souls mountains that promises silence and clarity desert landscapes stripping all disguises baring truth to bone I surrender Under infinite stars and edge of our galaxy Where only solitude make any sense I miss you I wished I loved you more than love itself Without a harness.. Before counting those million stars And crossing those timelines I wish I had been there in your past. I ran after Echoes of northern wind that carries your breath Found craters in earth that reminds of my heart My heart repeats after yours This space in between us that carries