It is in absence that your presence is felt,
Light as a fluttering autumn leaf,
It falls and fits like it was meant to be,
As I collect fresh dew drops of memories,
I know each is sun kissed by your precious lips
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Random recollections, bop prosody, freely flowing songs. Spontaneity is the name of this blog.
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