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Simran pawar Jun 2020
Here the long and silent street,
The sky appears blue,
Then the light fell on his face,
That's when I looked at him
Each small gleam was a voice,
Soft and calm like water.
We were smiling while talking,
His hands were protecting me,
From vehicles on street..

People passed,
We were engrossed in our words,
And lost in our old memories.
I always find comfort,
But not yet found,
But took that time,
The comfort is in each other arms.

When grief cross our path,
Like my peace and soul is going with him,
But knew that we would meet again,
And when the path comes to an end,
I lost my soul within.

— The End —