Walk by the road
Creating... flowers upon flowers
Pink, red, orange and probably,
Mosaic.
Not having me, unending me--- not having you even
But everything instead
Carrying on and on a deserted road, I saw you
Once more.
In my heart uncured, melted to see you.
Down I went, no more poetry but one more
Poetic string.
A beautiful wing, residing in your eyes
Called angel you and me.
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