And their eyes meet, their hearts skip a beat, she speaks the winters through her eyes but her lips remain quiet n dry,
He gazes at her with a smile and she vanishes expressionless staring At him, he smiles, glances at the Footprints she had left faintly diminishing as the mud gets washed away by the shower that had heavily proceeded from the giant thundering grey sky..
The first tender, naive, silent,unnamed flame that they ignited burns off nd without utterence they feel it bidding farewell...
(inspired from the Iranian movie "Baran")
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