In an age of ancient faith, we lived, deeply rooted within,
Love woven into every stone, a tapestry akin.
The trees, our silent witnesses, their stillness spoke our truth,
The rivers flowed, carried by the wind of our words, sooth.
Secrets held in their currents, fleeting and divine,
In this time, surrounded by magic, each moment was a sign.
One of us left without regret, taking the other’s heart,
While Karma cherished life, its eternal growth, its art.
The heart found clarity in belief, a trace so pure,
Memories of that time live on, in us they endure.
Where souls once merged for eternity, old paths intertwine,
And in the trench of thoughts, yesteryear’s sorrows quietly decline.
