Rest they in our hearts
Eager ever to again start
Latent is their subtle art
As our soul-wards they dart.
Together we are, though oft apart,
In our minds, that route they chart
Of memories, never wayward depart,
Never winds that road wide, taken oft
South or west, it never lets you part.
Hark, your feels heartwards they cart
In despair or fear, support they impart
Past in future via present, they are smart
Summer ever blooms thus in our heart!
Pratima@ relationships are forever why through embers them tar?
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