the paths yet to be shuffled

Forgotten meetings

Way ahead of the time

Derived from the period overlapped and astounded on the forest way



Well trodden lines of the ants dreaming in the night

has brought me to you

so laidback and pensive

making steps to the reaps of deeper insight

taking reigns over the stuff you slowly get rid of

at the moment of passing away



I cannot keep the trail of the sighs, exhales, inhales you take

but for what's worth

over a day or two

I might be close

It might be as well the moment you're reading this letter

It might be as well the moment you getting it off your chest

slowly

slowly

not yet ending

not yet unwithered

tattered and soaked

thinking

of You two