these continents had become one.
then they began to crack and drift apart.
Separated in time.
they still wander.
across this globe,
longing to unite, then again part.
So, when You and I collide again someday.
There is going to be an earthquake.
A part of us would sink and melt into memories again.
And the other, like new islands and mountains of hope will rise.
What decays, has to rise one day.
photograph borrowed from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/414401603182924696/
