One day we’ll meet
Under the Gulmohur tree
Not to find shaded solace
From the dripping summer heat
But to touch its crimson blooms
That carry the flamboyance
Of a forever romance
We’ll stand there at sunset
Fingers entwined, waiting
For that carefree innocence
To slowly rub into our veins
And make our forgetful souls
Remember our lost love again
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