In an early Saturday hour, it was just me and the cobblestones,
an empty old town.
One lonely goose in the river.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is the farmers’ market today.
I bought tulips from the oldest woman.
I smelled them. I smiled. I quivered.
It was then, I thought of you.
I knew we won’t be two,
if you never show up,
if you keep on hiding in the future.
In case, we don’t fall in love forever,
and our hearts of petals keep on flying apart,
blown everywhere by the indecisive winds,
I will love the thought of you.
And while waiting for eternity,
let kindness prevail,
in our fragmented stories:
unique and unmatched
they pave our paths,
like Cobblestones!
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