You said three words,
and I was plunged into a world of my own creation.
Where we painted music,
and your bedroom was a topsy turvy mess of whimsy.
And I dreamed up adventures for us,
like going on the swings at the park,
or painting each other's arms with swirling masses of color and movement.
I saw you and me, sitting under an oak tree,
making grave rubbings and dwelling among the dead.
I imagined you laughing as we danced in the forest,
singing the words to a song neither of us had heard before.
I saw a life with you,
filled with paint splatters and poetry on rainy nights.
You said three words,
my name's Noah.
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कविताand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016