The two banks of a river

we were two banks of the same river.

the fish, the tadpoles scurried from one end to the other carrying our messages;

the twigs and the branches of the Banyan trees leaned in as I whispered my messages

we were two banks of the same river.

he waited for the rainbow at the tip of the last rain drop that hopped on the river bed

I was annoyed by the broken twigs and the fallen leaves that were bloomed into the river

We were two banks of the same river.

he looked at the sturdy engine of the trains that passed over the bridge on top of our heads

I loathed the dirt that the passengers who visited us brought with them

we were two banks of the same river.

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