Seven years and four months ago
It was snowing one Saturday, I was busy,several matters to fill my emptiness with.
Then I met you.
I remember us standing
on that icy pavement
big starry snow flakes plummeting gently down
when you gently kissed my cheek
and I felt your warmth and your fragrance
the very first time.
Poetry by Onwards
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Written on 2011-06-11 at 17:14
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