Twin Flames
“Let’s each share a favorite memory – then it’s time.”
“”The smell of earth after a rainstorm.”
“Cloud of black and orange-gold monarchs against an azure sky.”
We step out into dark midnight, your wrinkled hand holding mine, our path lit by lifetimes of love.
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Double blessings to celebrate – a healthy daughter and no more drought. They name me “Darsha” – “she who brings rain.”
Far away, you laugh when a butterfly lands on your tiny shoulder.
We’ll find each other, as we always have. Our love story, made eternally fresh and new.
Time after time..
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis is a tender love story Juma. I thought it was about an elderly couple’s love, so was shocked when you mentioned their baby.
Thanks for reading my story, Margarida. It is about an elderly couple’s love, just as you thought. It is also about two new lives – the baby girl who brings rain and the little boy laughing at butterflies. The biggest clue is in the last line: time after time. Maybe on the next read, the true meaning will fall into place! Thank you so much for taking the time to read and… Read more »
Oh, I love the thought that those who shared true love in one lifetime will again find each other in another. This is beautiful, Juma.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis is so sweet Juma! I love the idea of rebirth, and these two soul mates coming back with a hint of their prior memories… just lovely ?
Such bitter-sweetness brings to mind the lyrics of a song that never quite got popular,
Somewhere in the dark I’ll find you
Somewhere in the light, I’ll meet you there
Where immortal souls collide
Somewhere out there
More, please
Oh! Such a lovely story, Juma. And I love the name “Darsha.” What a cute name, sounds like a superhero name “Darna.” Well done, Juma.
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