Chilly winds
Darkened skies
Luggage in his left hand
My hand in his right
His tender lips opening to utter his last goodbye,
...hush..
My lips touched his in these misty clouds
A soft kiss, I planted..
forbidding his goodbye..
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Chilly winds Darkened skies
Luggage in his left hand My hand in his right
His tender lips opening to utter his last goodbye, ...hush..
My lips touched his in these misty clouds A soft kiss, I planted.. forbidding his goodbye..
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