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i still remember you.

after that short meeting
in the park where
the red rays of the rising sun
kissed the white flowers
that tossed their heads in the gentle breeze
we have not met since then.
your promised letters and photographs
still remain promises.
but when the dawn sets in
i make my weary way to garden
to look at the flowers covered
with beads of pearl
that reflect your sweet smiling face.


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