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You and Me

A word never spoken, a line never penned, a desire never expressed, a song never sung.

It went out with a tide that never returned, on a journey that never ends with a boat that never shores to a place that is unknown.

It is in time but yet to be.
But some day it shall well be.
Until then the paper boats that I set to sea,
Will carry the stories of you and me.

I will grow old and light as a breeze
And when these distances are too much to bear
I too shall call in a wave
And ride to the sea.

Rest your mind my dear friend
We shall meet again at the very end
For I have heard that all the rivers in this world
Find their way to the Sea.

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  1. moving and beautiful.....

    It is in time but yet to be.
    But some day it shall well be.
    Until then the paper boats that I set to sea,
    Will carry the stories of you and me.

    loved the opening

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  2. This is really though provoking... I too think we will see the people we love in another time, I love the way you write... have a great weekend :)

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  3. So lovely .... loved the thought of meeting at the end ... endearing, isn't it?

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