The wet roads led to some distant dreams,
Where you & I lay beneath the open sky,
As dollops of cotton clouds twirled us by:
The clear blue sky,
An open canvas of dreams to write.
Where hope chased dreams;
And surreal merged into the real,
I held your hands, and took a leap,
A leap of faith you said,
We both jumped off the cliff of mystic faith,
The shackles of norms fell off,
And we drowned in the sea of beliefs!
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