If you would run to the clouds
that stretch
till the end of time.
I will then , hide behind
the trees
that are greener than forever .
If you would hide behind
words , Â that haven’t yet
found their rhyme .
I will then run to the land,
where goodbyes
are not an endeavor . Â
Arijit Roy
(Poem and photograph)
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