Rendezvous at the farm house

You, me and the ancient house,
Walls where we inscribed sketches,
With soot of embers of hidden dreams,
Carbonated curls stuck on every rafter,
Fresh breath of youth on every tree leaf,
Rain drenched soil running away so shy,
Chased by mischievous waters in a gush,
Meandering in weaves of hopes,
Twirls on twirls of suppressed feel,
Now to stare and declare in silence,
None to disturb this quietude,
Except a tremble, now a tremor,
Then a certain stillness within ,
Just you, me and this farm house.

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