Poetry

Forevermore

I walked hand in hand with you 
Hearing the pitter patter of raindrops 
Traipsing down the road 
Listening to the leaves rustling 
The sound of gurgling water and crickets
And sometimes the eerie silence 
Perhaps a distant flash of lightning 
And then the thunderous thunder 
The Gulmohars witness to this epoch 
Sometimes forever is but a tiny dot in time 
And eternity a moment in love. 

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