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| Image by Jackson David from Pixabay |
your cheeks will turn red,
the winter grow frozen,
when I hold your hands
amidst the pavement crowd,
masked and quick.
the winter grow frozen,
when I hold your hands
amidst the pavement crowd,
masked and quick.
whispering mothers,
yelling storekeepers
chaotic footsteps
and chirping sparrows
all shall be insignificant!
I will hold your hands
as we walk unheeded
through the stores downtown,
and you shall fall in love,
one more time, ten years after!
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