Time is singing

Calm winter mornings
and it's the season of butterflies,
Warm golden dawnings
And I'm looking for you.
It's new, the dew- is cold and blue
Like the sky that connects me and you.
It's you, very few- can do what you do
From words to whispers
Through and through.
Who knew? this time-
This distance- this separation-
Would brew, the love and bond,
more strong, Deeper and true.
As time flew,
Making our afternoons into
memories. Nights-
when we walked till dawn to go nowhere, talked about things world might not care.
Rolling on cold grass, Listening some tune, Chasing each other,
dancing under moon.
You were standing on the edge
We were tired, we were laughing,
Our odes of friendship,Time is singing. All the memories of past,
Time is singing.

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