Clenching in mind,
the jiffy time of yore...
when silhouette changes,
its figure
into heart
of longing...
four surfaces
that makes me chills...
to yearn for someone
who complete
my being
beyond this
silhouette,
teardrops fall
with smile
of yours..
then
I smile
too
memiors
playing in
my heart
again..
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