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Jul 2018
when dust will come closer to you
you'll turn grey
under that withering veil
under that thin mist.
when it will ****** the thunder
& the splendour of your eyes,
If you see,
that vigour fleeting, quietly
If you ever call for me
If I still dwell in love and fear
and I see
that giant fire of that concealed anxiety
I'll place your head
upon my *****
and my hands will reach to your hairs
deep in my chest
If I see fire too
I'll be fire too
when we are together
I'll  be you
You'll be me
We'll be fire
or ashes.
But one.
Again, for the first time.
Garima Thapliyal
Written by
Garima Thapliyal  21/F/India
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