On a Sunday evening
An idle corner
Filled by you and me
Tears happen for no reason
Don't they, I said as a preamble
You, busy with the evening sky
And its colors...
O, yes, they do
I said answering my own question
And began to laugh...
Tears rolled down my cheeks
Etching my visage!
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