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Their corner
She withdrew her hand from his soft but firm grip,
And that was all about their romantic trip,
She went her way and he went his way,
And they got busy chasing the mammons of the day,
The hands that held on to each other had slipped away,
To feed the obsequious vanities of every new day,
But at that discreet corner where she freed her hand,
There she does often for a moments few stand,
To hold the same sensation and to grab the same feeling,
Under which her heart had discovered a new healing,
And as her bus arrives, she occupies her seat,
And keeps looking at the fading away corner in that narrow street,
Where at dusk two shadows often meet,
Holding each others hands as they wish and greet,
The memory of the hands that held on to each other,
Under the sun, under the moon, under the rain, in every weather,
The man stands there moments after the woman has left,
And his mind turns contemplative in ways simple yet deft,
He too catches the bus and goes away,
Leaving behind the shadows that you will find there every night and every day,
Today the woman did not visit the corner,
Today the man too did not surrender,
His wishes and his desires,
To this corner where he often her memories admires,
And where she experiences his sensations crawling all over her,
This corner where she felt him and he felt her,
Where could they be wondered the street?
And the corner, sadly in its obscurity clad dimension did retreat,
The following day, they walked together holding their hands again,
The street overflowed with joy and the corner had nothing left to disdain,
They caught the bus together and looked at the corner and the narrow street,
Where they now often meet,
And the corner resonates with their whispering smiles,
Because now in their minds they cover journeys of endless miles!
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