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He on the seventeenth
Of the fifth month
Heard a noise
He sneaked
He saw.
An illusion it would
Have been thought she
He hid as if he ignored
She walked passing through
Our footsteps like a discord home
For dying leaves and infant blades
We trace them back to winter world
When wind was chance and chance was change
A single line converges here
One click, two, a pause and a smile
I can only imagine the dream like state of your eyes on the screen
And as you proceeded on, you knew all the while
What would come of a simple message, a day to convene.
Eyes met eyes walking by
Time that once raced, stood still
And if it still sped, care not did I
For the eyes that I met could kill
A voice rose up inside my throat
Not a word did I speak
The morning comes and you're already on my mind.
From the moment I wake up, 'til i got o sleep at night.
You're so far, yet so close.
I want to meet you, but im tremulous.
At the thought of you near me...
