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First Touch
First is ever special,
No matter where on earth,
It has its place of birth,
The wings of time take me to the moment of feeling initial.
The blush on your face,
Your eyes’ turning juvenile,
The warm breath against my cheeks could I feel,
Indeed a flash of grace.
The gentle breeze played sweet song praising your beauty,
As long as we were one under the infinite city.
