fluttering flowers
eyes tracing for warmth
arousing ripples
in your gaze i swam
a reverie it was
our hands intertwining
a conclusion i draw
only for me to blink
a reverie indeed
'your' hands intertwining
the moon sowed a seed
and i heard its calling
tear stained pillow i dyed
withering were the plants
my request for love denied
seeds of sorrow transplant
the reverie downfallen
turns to be a mirage
the room now a haven
for sorrow made corsage
transient were flowers
with a wind they drifted
turmoil were ripples
first love unrequited
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