Just found this one from my old notebooks. Kinda old yet always new.

first love

then
t'was an emerald fields
you and i used to roam at play
we dreamt
and chased the great old winds
alas! you were loft in the end
days went by
the place
where our milky lips met
made a pledge and sacred promises
now lone and desolate
haunted by out laughters
and memories


many a turn of seasons fled
many a drop of rains fell
unto the tuft of the flowers
unto the lap of the bowers
the adieu
the rendezvous
the ricefields
the first kiss and you
a bittersweet memory!

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