Among those roses,marigolds
As they sat in that green arbour
Dignified silence of a listener
In response to a fervent talker
Words were merely devices
Even symbols a mere fiasco
Before the exchange that went
On... in the core called heart
She, the woman, went on saying
He, the man went on listening
The sympathetic eyes at one end
Beholding beauty at its perfection
The softness of what surrounded
Reflecting the calm inside the centre
Found where, peace and turmoil
Alongside in each others embrace
The world which they had seen
Seemed to have come, to its end
Just as the old mouths had predicted
To be when, they said, it comes due
And yet visible to them there was
In the horizon the dawn of hopes
From the ashes of what they called
The End,they sought a new beginning...
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