Personal Literature

Autumn in Winter

If i could see you again
I may hear the sound of rustling leaves as well as my heart
The winds whispered to my ear,
‘don’t forget me’
And suddenly I saw snow drop starts to bloom
amid the snow dust

May be we can walk together to the secret garden,
where we chant our hydrangea the lush

If i could see you again
I may let the time forget
and soon we’re aroused by memories

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