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A promenade of our last time
And I was here alone, drinking our favorite wine
Thus, the booming music suddenly turned slow
And your favorite music arose
And I kept a glance for the hand that use to feel me
The touch that you made me your silver
Now holding somebody
Keeping it as a shade of gold
And I am here,
Just another still in love
To a person who loved me.
YOU ARE READING
Acquiescent Lullaby
Poetry[COMPLETED] keen words from heart and emotions; explanation? none, but acceptance. the twelfth of January, 2020. the seventeenth of June, 2020.
