In arbour
Later if we bump
Last time's unfinished
Left over candle
Thinking hard, can you see?
I can though
Fountain of words
Will go back to origin
Stars would hides
Suddenly in grief
Sky would disappear in whirlwind
Later
If we
Will greet each other
Like a stranger
Smile after trying harsh
Will assume we met never before
Would not pretend we had
Few albums on name of happiness
Later
We will pass on
Saying thanks polite
Like two people in a public areas does
Later
We would not look back once
We would not cross our fingers
We would not feel bitter in mouth
Probably plants of arbour
Would fall from higher
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