Sriram Viswanathan

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The Fall It Was

And there you stood
The most beautiful
Tip toeing through
A bed of colored dreams

The more it passed
The more it enlivened
Like the gentle kiss of the dew
or the breeze that called for you

At the end, it was more than a dream
With open arms and open hearts
Embracing, alive, the drizzling sky

Maybe the skies were watching for us
Maybe we were meant to be there
So long our friends
To a different time
When we fall in love again