Like a thorn
With a rose
It exists between us
Petals withered away
Colour fades away
In solititude
Memory turn the pages
A scent Blows my soul
Ethereal touches
Wash my body
Like a first rain
On the cracked earth
A river gushes
There is
No parting pain
No distant ache
No love longing
No broken heart
The thorn moves
Deeper and deeper
And
Bloom on my beats
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