───── ❝ Weaving is a dying art ❞ ─────

The sunrise, my eyes.

Those powerful rays, your eyes.

And this is how I made my day.

The moonlit sky, my eyes.

Those strings of stars, your eyes.

And this is how I made my night.

The dark clouds, my eyes.

That one silver lining, your eyes.

And this is how I call the rain.

The white snow, my eyes.

Those beautiful snowflakes, your eyes.

And this is how I call the fall.

It's you who puts the pieces back.

It's you who completes the picture.

It's you who completes me.

And this is how

I weaved a 'us'.

- নী

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Any thoughts?