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Musings at Horizon
Musings at Horizon
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He never kissed her legs,
But applied cream to heal them,
Like the first Sunray touches the soil,
His fingers used to caress her long hair,
She giggles at his actions,
Dropping their legs down,
They used to sit on the roof,
He used to count the buds on the tree,
Which are going to blossom with sunrise,
She likes disturbing his count,
By throwing her hair to cover his eyes,
And he kisses on her cheeks,
While sunlight appears below the horizon,
They start cuddling,
No science he explained,
While she says the colour of the horizon is pink,
When everyone is preparing morning coffee,
They fell in each other's arms,
To avoid the ennui of mundane daily life.
