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I ask her who she is; She turns out to be the one of my dreams. Not knowing her, fades her love… Not seeing her, clears her off. Time passes, not knowing what I have missed. Same place reminds me of her, as time insists. A look not a stare, brought back a smile, a smile, which belongs to an old forgotten love. The dance reminds me of her hands, as they made my shoulders advance. Her soft whispering of her name, her short hair touching my face, is nothing but time insisting to recall the days. Her eye color is so rare. I find my self-dreaming with a stare. Diamonds shame to her eyes, as they don’t tall, but bend and apologize. I want to see you again, as my heart pumps from a stare. I want to get the feeling of you caring; it brings me back nothing but pleasurable memories of YOU staring. |
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