Renascence

I hear the sound of whistling winds,
That wander athwart snowy hills;
From you to me, adjoining souls,
They sing the song of lifetimes joined.

Affections gust on lively breeze,
Across the valleys, hear my heart;
The echo of your whispering love,
Meets mine and thaws us from afar.

Across the distance, minds converge,
In yearning we unite once more;
We push and pull to confluence,
And join our lives in renascence.

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