A touching moment on a train
The sweetest flavor
Is not the sweet,
But a blend of breeze of summer
With the chant of a creek.
Is not the sweet,
But a blend of breeze of summer
With the chant of a creek.
This Poems Story
I was traveling alone in Chicago for a long weekend. A touching moment appears when I was looking out of the window on a train and saw a creek and all of a sudden felt a breeze passing by.
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