An old lonely park, snowflakes scattered all around--- Just crossed two phantoms, silently. Their eyes dead-coloured, lips sloth Voices too faint to be heard the least. The old lonely park bathed in the snowy water--- Two dead souls recall the lost memories. Can you still remember those thrills, the moments? What's the use of calling them to memories again? Leave it; just tell me, do you still get thrilled by love in my name? Do you still let my soul float in your dreams? Gone the days! The sweet days, the happy days inexpressible..... We quivered in joy pouring our lips. O the days! Be back! How awfully blue the sky seemed, desires nested in belief! Desires have flown away to the darkest sky, defeated. The two souls departed leaving the soft grass around, Only the darkness of night listened to their faint whispers.
# Two Souls I don't know what I am, perhaps the ash of some burnt offering, or the sigh that escapes when a door closes on a winter evening. You are the question mark that hangs in the air after silence has said its piece, the space between two heartbeats where eternity holds its breath. We are not lovers in the way the world understands such things— not the collision of bodies, not the fierce hunger that devours itself. We are the two sides of a closed book, the unread pages that know each other only through the binding, through the dark spine that holds us. Sometimes I feel your presence like the memory of a song I've forgotten but still hum, like the outline of a face in a photograph that has aged and faded. You are the word I cannot quite pronounce, the prayer that got stuck between my tongue and teeth. And I—I am the echo that answers when you call into the dark, the shadow that follows your light, the silence that understands every word you leave unspoken. We are two souls who met in some other life, in some other tongue, and now we wander here, speaking in code, touching only in dreams, knowing everything and confessing nothing.
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