One day

In thirteen years our limbs will be tired
We will move out of this clockwork
Sans responsibilities of our little ones
We will move to familiar lands
Amidst loved ones and known tongue
A place where we took flight
Into our love and our life
There we will see the rain
Holding hands sipping our evening tea
Listen to the birds chirping niceties of their love
In those quiet evenings we will relive our moments
Of love.. Of life..

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