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Nickesia Gordon

 

We met forever, one morning.
Fated paths gravitating each other.
In that moment,
The wind held its breath,
Hushed the leaves,
Stilled the universe.

Now,
In the golden rays of the afternoon sun,
We travel each other along the memoried lane,
Stilling the leaves,
Hushing the wind,
Holding the universe.

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