The Silent Conversation

“I still remember our first conversation.” She said.

“I wish we never ever have a last one.” He said.

They read eyes. The comprehended actions. They existed in each other.

With the dawn of their long voyage, through thick and thin, time found them embracing each other in promenading hours.

And now that the dusk had fallen, mentoring their benevolent love into the carriage to eternity, the two united souls dozed in their grave, gratified lying side by side.

Amidst the serenity, there was a silent conversation, for they knew distances between them would be agonising.


 

 

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