Song 52:
Yet when they finally came into each other's arms, all differences vanished, all fights forgotten. Friction was a waste of time. They were as if dancing on the clouds, gliding, blending, melting into each other. They had harmony and rhythm, grace and gravitas. They were drawn to each other by a strange magnetic pull. Soon all those little complaints and admonishings seemed like fun leg-pulling. They loved mocking each other that they could live without the other. They resisted and they desisted. But like the sunflower turns to the sun every morning, and like the nightingale looks for the moon every night, just a little sign, a little cat call, a little whistle from each other cheered them up. It gave them strength to go on with the mores of life.
The nightingale had to sing for her supper after all, and the sunflower had to be the proxy sunshine, an emblem of positivity in a hard terrain. Those heart-warming signals they got from each other were enough to sustain them. The whole world went by unawares, but they were floating in their dreams. Was it just an apparition? Was the magic make believe? A hallucination? Hope not, he thought. And she..........she would forget to smile if he ever forgot to smile at her.
Yet when they finally came into each other's arms, all differences vanished, all fights forgotten. Friction was a waste of time. They were as if dancing on the clouds, gliding, blending, melting into each other. They had harmony and rhythm, grace and gravitas. They were drawn to each other by a strange magnetic pull. Soon all those little complaints and admonishings seemed like fun leg-pulling. They loved mocking each other that they could live without the other. They resisted and they desisted. But like the sunflower turns to the sun every morning, and like the nightingale looks for the moon every night, just a little sign, a little cat call, a little whistle from each other cheered them up. It gave them strength to go on with the mores of life.
The nightingale had to sing for her supper after all, and the sunflower had to be the proxy sunshine, an emblem of positivity in a hard terrain. Those heart-warming signals they got from each other were enough to sustain them. The whole world went by unawares, but they were floating in their dreams. Was it just an apparition? Was the magic make believe? A hallucination? Hope not, he thought. And she..........she would forget to smile if he ever forgot to smile at her.
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