survivors of an unknown tide; dry sand, heavy sadness; and nowhere to hide; they meet they speak of the world left behind; of what they thought sought and what they held inside..
buds of affinity bloomed from words sowed in silence; there was a connection a bond, a strange familiar fragrance; and the nostalgia of the land left behind faded away into distance..
but then there was pride; a choking vacuum, a harsh truth; which they were forced to abide; many times they practiced, rehearsed; what they wanted to say; finally told the truth but still they lied..
when two lives collide; crossroads form, sacrifices happen; and next moment they divide; they sobbed, wept for what they lost; but after a while when the tide ebbed; their words, tears, dreams, desires, all died..
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