Rev·er·ie

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/ˈrev(ə)rē/

It was a reunion within a dream.

Where they rejoiced in the glory of togetherness.

But this dream, concealed an untold tale,

Not ready to be known by all.  

“There are no stories,” the foolish mind said.

“There is one,” the shy heart whispered.

The stories often converge, in the dreams.

Looking at each other, they exchange smiles of recognition.

These smiles, reflected the tranquillity,

Embodying the essence of that fleeting moment.

The stories are often untold,

Harboured in the recesses of the heart.

But one day, when the sun is bright,

And the time aligns just right.

A story shall unfurl from the dream,

To be shared and cherished indefinitely!

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