Where your lotus-like feet used to tread And your dimples would resembles storms when you smiled.....

"Where your lotus-like feet used to tread
And your dimples would resembles storms when you smiled
Where the river used to meander over the curves of your waist
Where the crops would ripen to the sound of your laughter
We have left those streets"...

"Where your heels would send rays of the sun flying
I have heard that the sun has set over those doorways
There used to be a night entangled in your tresses
Sometimes I still find it on my pillow
We have left those streets"...

Again,

For your support,
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