it seems our dreams
turned into smoke
and scattered by the wind
in this small life.
it seems you were a beacon
to find my way in the dark
of night, where my steps
brought me in this small life.
it seems that life never ends
no matter how quickly it passes
you by, like your name i wrote
in the sand before the waves.
it seems the first kiss is the last,
the one i search in every passing
face, a sun breaking through
the clouds in this small life.
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