The world, our melody,
Its heartbeat, our rhythm.
And even when the music fades,
I wonder if its echo will remain.

They will say,
Once, there lived a friendship,
A story woven beyond time.
Two birds in human form,
Who found each other
In the vastness of a single lifetime.

And if the winds should carry us apart,
Perhaps they know a way
That we have yet to learn.

And when our hands meet again,
Will the world come to an end?
Or will it begin anew?

Tell me now,
Where do souls meet again?
Beyond the silence of time?
Behind the silk veil of life?

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The echo of longing,
the call of unknowing,
scattered across the sky — 
the particles of our souls
have no mission
other than glowing.

Funny,
how people ignore
the bliss of simply living,
and bury it beneath
towering concrete dreams,
where the men keep whispering:
‘’Keep gaining, Keep owning’’

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