Her sweet whispers rang in her ears

Even several summers later.

The voice said loud and clear

‘On the other side of midnight, 

I will meet you under the morning stars’.

Her eyes had unshed tears as she got lost

In the memories of the night of the

Untimely summer storm on which 

She got stuck on the wrong side of the river.

She wished she could turn back time

And wondered what her life would have been 

If she had crossed the waters and reached

The other side of midnight.

-Armaan

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