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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