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A common sky..


A common sky
Underneath which, we both can be writers of a page
You would be admiring the drifting and the dancing clouds
You would be narrating the phrases of color changing clouds
You would be tuning the sounds in woods but in words
You would be sailing you thoughts with the help of the moving water by our side
You would be adoring the rabbit, the deer
And also may be the fear of a lion arriving ..
You would be saying all of it in your speech
And I would be penning them on the paper
And I would be the means of connection
Between you and the world
And I would be the reason of senses
That you would be sensing when you read your thoughts
And we would be writers of a page.
You would be scaling the heights of the trees, the height of the waterfall
And may be also the words would be out
About the wet land, wet grass and the wet fields
You would be building our house high on the tree
You would be naming our house under one surname
And I would be setting all your words under the title
OUR SKY.

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