Since ever you left me
Without saying a word
leaves are shedding & rustling
in the wind whispering our story to the wind
Where we held hands,
whispered holding each other closer.
In a meadow with every sort of flower
I don’t remember any other moment,
 sweeter than that
No matter where you are
Our story will be living in autumn
in mid of spring


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