I sat on the green grass.
At the wide field.
Looking at the bluest sky.
Hearing the chirping birds that freely fly.
They sang a song.
A lovely song.
I let the wind sweeps my head.
Blowing away my memory of yesterday.
When we see each other in unexpected way.
But why?
You are still there.
In my mind.
In my warm breath.
If this is a love.
Give me a piece of your heart.
Where I can write a rhyme.
A lovely rhyme about us.
So we will not be apart.
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