Sunday, 2 August 2015

Reminiscing

I met her on a beautiful day,
On the beginning of Autumn;
When the yellow leaves fall
And the wind gushes by,
To pick up the dry leaves
And patch up broken hearts.
With her jet black hair
And lovely icy blue eyes
Great was the one look,
That she did cast on me;
That one ever lasting look
Not fading till this day.

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