i think of you.
the same goes for rain.
when i feel cold,
again
you come to mind.
when a summer breeze blows
and the warmth of
sun
lies upon my face.
yes.
there you are.
i'm waiting for your
departure.
for our season to end.
but
it's taking time,
a long long time,
for you not to be
so near,
but far.
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