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Twenty three



It seems like the fluttering
Of the eyelid, just once
But twenty three years
Flew by
Years of keeping the promise
Given, in the first look
The long hair gone
The bald pâté
A handsomer you
And the same wild me
What a ride we have had
And what adventures in store
The love intact
Just like breathing
Rhythmic and signalling life
Sometimes warm, sometimes hot
Sometimes cold and sometimes even
But always there…
Sweethearts we were,
Sweethearts we are,
Sweethearts we will be
Just as you said
It’s one soul, split
So it fits – just perfectly !!

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