Monday, 14 March 2016

For my eternal

That road was almost empty except for a few robins.

Dry yellow leaves were dancing in the wind.

I saw a woman walking from the other side.

Curly hair and dark brown eyes.

Have we met before? I asked her.

She looked at me with a gentle smile and said,

You asked me the same when we met years before.

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