You will be coming after years hand to hand of memory
The moments of waiting are in distance of miles
The wave has lost in deep of sea for hundred years
That will get back the shore
Bathed sun at dew washed grass
Intoxication of spring will rain on trembling kiss
Our walking starts from today
For decades keeping hand to hand
We shall go on drawing road to road-
Sea will play on our sweating bodies.
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