Ruffling through your silky hair,
His arms wrapped around your neck.
Singing love songs out of despair, 
Her silly ways to get your small beck.
Knowing each other's flaws in pair, But both still living every second without a wreck.
Climbing every possible disagreements like a stair,
A perfect couple bewitching their surrounding with a beautiful peck.

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed. They remember the tree that died, the gull that splattered onto the hood of the car. They

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

Written By Aayushi

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