mercredi 11 mars 2020

The Stranger.

As the wind passes through her hair, 
I couldn't catch my breath.
She smiles over her shoulder,
Looking at some stranger.
I find myself thinking about her.
As she walks by the street,
Wearing the same hoodie, 
I kept smiling.
As she saw me, sitting, she approaches,
We ended up kissing.

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