Candlesticks
- bishal baruah
- Apr 29
- 1 min read

See these green hills
Us driving by these winding roads
To a place with soft moving pines
And you touch my hands time to time
And I feel so reassured in this reality
A place where we both exist
You smile as we both understand
The meaning of our glances
You look back outside the window
The valley that we left behind
Now its just us here
Just one
You light the candlesticks
I see you
Your face is the one I long for
All these lives
Just for this glimpse



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