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Rain clouds abound in the time of rain.
A fragrance of earth in the time for love;
A darkness for the time of our secrets.
It is a soft light for the time of whispers.
She blushes when kissed on her lips.
It’s now his time to be equally touched.

There’s light on one end of this thread
Connecting everything, here to forever,
Disappearing in the distant darkness,
Revealed when the distance is bridged,
Between aching need, slow fulfilment,
And tremulous, touching, lovers’ lips.

Visual response by Artisashwini