Vista
They only meet
At the end
of timeless
street
We call it vista
Where skies
And earth greet
A brief moment
Of amalgamation
Of complete ecstasy
Of no more
Alienation.
Sometimes
Completeness
Of selves
and souls
For however
Brief time
Is all
This long life
Is worth it's while
Nalini
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