Must We Part? 

Sunset lingered behind the clouds;

Raindrops; warm like a touch of hope.

Chants of birds filled my heart with bliss.

Spellbound, by the green-scented wind.

In the quiet park of dreams;

Whispers of poets; inventing thoughts.

How many poems were written here –

Who walked these paths –

Surpassing their every need;

Passions bound to never part.

 

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