After the last rock crumbles,
the last bird stops singing,
and the last trace of the world
dissolves into thin air,
we’d still be lying on the
last pasture, listening to Unwritten,
under the canopy of the stars,
holding hands and watching
the last of our love dissipate
and become one with the music.
Because after the apocalypse,
what would remain is the music
tattooed with our indomitable love.
~Kavya Janani. U
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