By S. Adila
a hand knock on my door,
awkward glances, and careful laughter.
words exchanged,
sparks remained,
and one day turns into months.
threading the platonic string,
in one fine spring,
you are here,
in my orbit ring.
“Nothing lasts forever.”
indeed.
but by heart and by wish,
sincere and still,
by His permission, we,
stayed the way we are,
in the mirage
of us.
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