THEN I THINK OF YOU

THEN I THINK OF YOU

The winds of time
keeps tossing my
hair,
you get tangled
in it,
then I think of
you.

Soft breezes
whisper
your name,
a name etched on
the pages of my
heart.

I feel your passion
from yesterday,
yesterday when we
loved so completely.

The winds of time
keeps tossing my hair,
I get misty
then I think of you.

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