The melodies linger that two hands played, learnt, loving, but not lost after chance or destiny led us into the river together This fragment of the universe we weaved, resonated, shifting a few more grains that structured the desert in unexpected exchanges shared Imperceptable, to many whisps of cloud clinging to the sunset or beats of the heart; less of sadness more of joy Relentless, water flows reformulates again yet at the crossroads even with one hand the melody persists
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