The meadows filled with your fragrances,
The gardens blossoming your priceless smiles,
The delicacies of the food of our kisses,
The warmths of the quilts of our cuddles,
The treasures of the riches of our fondness,
The breezes of the love that are my breaths,
I relish all those in the castles,
The castles i built with your memory bricks.
As long as i visit those , my precious,
Death cant gloat that it parted us.
I m a loyal tourist till it accepts thus,
That it failed and humbly reunites us….
in response to daily prompt, “tourist”
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