Looking Twice
Like blue ice in August,
Blue roses glowing in the moonlight,
Always look twice at,
Such impossible beauty.
Like two old friends walking on an empty street,
A full moon shining,
Having no words to say, tears falling like cold rain,
Until, both turn to each other,
Looking twice into each other's eyes,
Saying, I love you.
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