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Perhaps, you can't hear What these evenings convey, Along the dimly lit streets With the gloomy sunset. I can see the memories Of you and of me, Laughing down the dark lanes Yet bright with glee. Your grumbles, our gossips Your tears, our laughs, Mingling in the sweet smell Of the steaming coffee cups. The long strides along The banks of the river, Made me fall for you Deeper and deeper. Your beautiful shining smile That made my day, Your peaceful calm voice Said all I could say. The stones we threw on water That leaped far like fish, And sank after few hops Like a coin of asking wish. The drizzle that at times Had drenched us together, Coloured by the evening snacks And decorated by the weather. The lavender ear-rings And the street lights so calm, All had perhaps, witnessed The broken lines of palms. - Lucifer