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as the wind blows,

the leaves scatter across the floor,

in this beautiful pattern of freedom,



the flowers gently bend,

a slight whisper makes itself heard,

as the wind grows stronger,



as we sit under a tree,

i begin thinking about you and me,

my lovely princess,

my chubby bunny,



with your hair blowing  round in the wind,

and the setting suns light,

reflecting off your beautiful brown eyes,

slighty turning hazel,

as you turn to look at me,



i as well turn to look at  you,

placing  your hair behind your ear,

squinting as the wind passes over my eyes,

and as i try to hide my tears,

i grab your chin,

tilting up your face towards mine,



we share a kiss,

a warm embrace,

even shed a tear,

yet for the last time,



and inside i'm slowly dying,

cause just as the wind blows away the leaves,

the wind has also blown you.....away from me.....