Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Poem : Our first conversation

The wind is blowing,
Leaves from trees are falling,
Below an odd tree,
Is a shadow I've seen,

It's the shadow of you,
The one that I have been secretly crushing on,
But then our eyes met,
And so I say 'congratulations',

And that was the start of our first conversation.

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