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They came … only to go. They brought their minds Caravan of Shadows, To comprehend the calligraphy, painted from his Soul. Yet their fog was too dense. The ‘misted’ sparkle in their auburn-tinted wine, Was undesirable, and he was reluctant to indulge. At first, they felt something in him, And their Hearts absorbed this longing. But a ‘spool of web’ entangled their suspicions; Faced by so immense a struggle, they turned away.
It all happened very quickly. I reached out to You; You reciprocated. Then our Hearts merged and became One. Like the advent of mutually loving Samskaras, We seem to share a cosmic connection. Come! I see the dancing willow, Shedding its seeds with the Zephyrs; Watching as they spring forth, Into more precious plants in season.
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