Our Promise Of Seven Lives

​A thousand notes of love
Like dry leaves of fall
Adorn my way ahead in
The boulevard of our past.

They murmur to my ears
Ancient tales of love
As I slowly walk down
A road that we took last.

The southern winds come
Like an old spring bird
Who sings her heart out
The day when love arrives.

They whisper to my ears
A distant tune of love
Singing to me once more
Our promise of seven lives.

© Arindam Dey

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