she sits on roofs,
he on benches
fingers touch sky
feet on ground

she savors fruits
straight from trees
he works hard
to get fruits of labor

leading separate lives
but bound by fate's thread
since birth

feelings from childhood
could be the purest

dormant yet breathing...

the dreamer,
the worker,
and fate

she still touches skies,
he sits on benches still

both alone
as time moves on...




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