the waves of water that stroking your face
over and over like a motion that
only lovers can do
stripping the many layers of what beauty about you
and there you were last night
smilling infront of me.
the long lines of people
and the silent awkward that comes with the commotion
nothing was usual
and there you were infront of me
with peace all over your face.
the story that the night will forever remember
when the wind decided that laughter was much better
there you were staring the fountain
and for a moment
life flashed its story
between you and not me.
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