I walk gently
with my parasol
never open at all
just something
to hold on to
for I miss you
I sense passing
clouds above
sending kisses
to my sweet face
I am waiting
for waves to come
timid breeze
touching leaves
butterfly clinging
spreading her wings
beautiful red dots
like my tears, a lot
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