The Red Thread of Faith
On that sunny day, on top of the hill
Our eyes met for the first time
And a crimson bond, invisible to the naked eye
Was born
We met at various places
like the fresh green fields and the holy church
And the journey became thicker and longer
And brought us closer
On a new moon night, I found the courage
To ask you to accompany me
On an adventure
To explore the vast seas and oceans
You, frightened, took a step back and then another
Scared of knowing the unknown
And ran away, leaving me unanswered
A hundred years passed
Still on the same coast, on the same boat
I wait; Waiting to hold your hand
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