February march
On a cold night they walked out.
Tip-toeing, hush hush -
The neighbors won't know.
Just enough of food.
Little bit of water
and each other.
No shoes,
No torch.
Hand in hand,
They knew thorns respond to love.
They walked on a full moon light.
Towards hope,
towards life,
Towards city.
They were crossing the fields they plough.
Farmers, not lovers, but lovers.
Brothers walked on.
With a dream of a romance
A city eye would not know.
They walked on,
Still in hope.
With a dream
I would not know.
With a letter of love
In hand.
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