OUR SONG

wish you would be near
when our music starts to play
songs on silver wings

dancing on bare feet
the air could be touchable
until our lips melt

poem without words
four eyes telling our story
in a split moment

until the flood comes
and stars twinkle in the sky
captured by our love

wish you would be here
when the music stops to play
and our song will die

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