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Maples and Gulmohars



Everytime the maples bloom 
there in spring,
I'm falling in love,
strange is this,
but when your guitar strings
whisper in this season 
around the corner
I get winds of your touch
and hear the melodies of your body.
Our love was locked under the Seine,
Don't tell me you didn't sing that
day and I was drunk,
remember how you held my hands,
and we kissed.
Back home, we watched how
the maples turned red,
and slept under the stars,
to name the shooting star.
You wished and I wished to make your wish come true.
And here when gulmohars bloom 
I'm falling in love, again.
Everything's changed
but I've been looking for you,
I can feel you dancing with me,
being in your arms.
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
nothing's going to hurt you,
as long as gulmohars 
Surround us,
Let us light a cigar and 
dance under the sky.
I will kiss you right
on your scars,
healing you forever,
bringing you back,
seasons don't matter
without you,
whether it's  maples or gulmohars.
so let me do it,
I'm the shooting star 
that you can feel and dance with.
And there i can see the 
road spread with fallen maples and gulmohars,
beckoning you to join them.

A.C

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