We. Almost. Had. It. We were close, like how the river sweeps through the valleys We were as delicate as the rude awakening of snowflakes on the windowpanes and leaves But like seasons, Time kept dancing with the watch To an eternal tune, a theme of consistency
But us... We could not dance along with them As if we were a museum, 'You can see but not touch' But it will always be your river that will flow over my valleys Even if your snowflakes melt, they will be sliding down my windowpanes anyway
The hand of my feelings will always touch yours But I hope that the time we do not have, does not loosen your grip
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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