You are a dream
you were barely real
and are fadingIn each moment
memory gives way
becomes imagination
But when two souls meet
whatever lifetime
sparks of lightning
outshine the moon
Time may delude
that shock of thunder
but the echo still beats
in my blood.
Written by Ay 
It is not a beat –
It is the echo
Of the ripple.
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