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Art by: Mr.Maddy |
The giant blue pine with long arms and height touching sky
Its shadow carpeting equivalent to Wrestling ring where Cena wins Over Rusev's whine in I QUIT MATCH
The memory of events under that tree
Counting the stars, Bartering smiles with tears
Semester channels us through busy canal at the end
I bow the wow of our times together
Eternity we would aspire for
Because we spell IMPOSSIBLE as I M POSSIBLE
My bony fragile right hand trapped sweetly to your left sofa like arm
My one palm over one eye,blinking the other eye-I called it my eye kiss
Never foresaw the time would wear feather-Time really flies
Our giant blue-pine umbrella-our dear Memorabilia
passers by would never fathom the stories of history
We would for it belongs only for two hearts on earth
Wish time is a flying kite-i would pull it back with its string.
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