you pushed me from afar.
drifted by the wind
Deep into the sea.
Soothing by the sound of ocean wave
as i drifted aslepp
comforted by the pressure aside.
warmth, the sun hit my face
as i remember your hands touching my face.
the wind blew again.
as i remember how soft your voice.
it is spring again my love.
will i be cold in the summer?
cold of the ice in my heart.
will i ever feel your love again.
as same as the love of Paris in spring.
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Credit: Yours truly.