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By the time her song weaves

The lonesome road to happiness,

I learn the art of listening to blue waves.

Walking together we see flowers accompany us,

Clouds, one or two, get distinctly impassioned.

Colors mingle with fragrances as we leave our foot-marks behind.

As her song weaves all our past in a fabric of present,

I keep learning the art of remembering the forgettable.

Written by nirupam
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