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Strolling hand in hand
under the umbrella
wetting the shoulders,
holding each other’s fingers
as it comes together under the umbrella
with eyes locked at each other,
even in rain,
our bodies generate the power to warm us,
a smile widening on our faces,
inviting lips to write poetry on each other,
even the crowd around us disappeared for seconds ;
where you and I remained, skin on skin;
minds traversing to distance, beyond imagination;
where nothing was distancing us from each other,
our close proximity was a breath away…
burning in the vicinity of our skins,
we could burn down the world
with the infinite passion, we build up…
yet the rain remained to immerse our volcano…
reminding we were still wet like the sand..
ready to germinate..
