If ever you read this, you will know, that it rained some where and it’s cold and breeze.

It will keep coming back,

The Breeze

Which rub your cheeks,

Kissing

The pearl out of it’s seep

No matter

You cry or you smile,

What my memories

Might give to you,

The Breeze

Will take it’s share

Of sweet.

How did it end,

If you think some day,

You will see the obvious

And than

It might rain that day,

It will be cold and rain,

Yet the Breeze.

You will feel

In shivers

And than

It will keep coming back,

The Breeze

Which will rub

Your cheeks.

You know

Why eyes turn heavy sometimes,

It’s either the tears

Or you

And this breeze.

Yes at times

You may miss

Our coffee dates,

Our chit chats,

Come back here

On my blog.

Scan through

These silly posts,

Read what you never see.

Look for some reality

Which lost its existence

In this imaginary.

You will see here

A part of me

A part of you

And this Breeze.

And it will keep coming back,

The Breeze

Which rub your cheeks.

Kissing

The pearls out of it’s seep

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