My dear

My dear friend,

Were you in the past my lover?

Were we stars that wooed each other in the skies?

I don’t know, I can’t remember

Yet something inserts into my mind

Memories of secret kisses,

Shared, shaded by mango trees,

under a ghee-yellow moon

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