Here
Standing
At the shore of
Loneliness and as
The sweet tides of our
Past memories touch my feet
And as the water splashes with rocks
In those restless resounding sounds i miss you
When the wet breeze touch my dry lips
And leaves by whistling in my
Ears to remind me of your
Mesmerizing Smiles
In that puff of air
Yes I Miss
You
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