Stamping on the crumpled leaves
On a pleasant February afternoon,
Little did I know that there exists a Soul
who amongst other likings,
Enjoys this one too.
Days weeks and now months have passed.
And today, sitting miles away from you,
While unfurling the scattered pages at my desk,
I take a minute to stare out of the window.
I think about you and it brings a smile to my face.
Savoring the past And dreaming of future.
A few evenings well spent
Provides fodder for hope for the rest.
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