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Just like the leaves in a fight with breeze
She sizzled in her sleep
May be she was dreaming of our future
For she was thriving for an eternity of togetherness
And I was there beside her
Observing that godly face of hers
While she was often changing sides
I was writing my last goodbyes.

by Piyush Mishra

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eternity of togetherness, good one