September Poem by Elizabeth Leung

She passed me by, like a gust of wind,
Her long black tresses brushed against my skin,
Leaving sweet tasting frost, on my lips.

She passed me by, like a gust of wind,
I've been searching for her, ever since,
From North to South, West to East.

She passed me by, like a gust of wind,
I let she slip through my fingers, how could I!
Her bell-like giggles, they haunt my sleep.

She passed me by, like a gust of wind,
I'd give up anything to be with her,
Even it means, to be a leaf.

She passed me by, like a gust of wind.
You passed me by, like a gust of wind.
A gust of wind, on cold December's eve.