Gone with the wind, the memories
Of a smile on your lips, of dreams in your eyes
As we sat talking about everything under greeneries
Softly swayed by the freshness of new blue skies...
A kiss lingers on my fore-head
A faint scent makes my eyes blurry in mid-day,
I hear soft murmurs of words that were said
Promises given in the middle of nowhere...
Yet, the next instant it is all gone with the wind
Our Love which was maybe not destined to be
This now leaves over my heart a sad bitter feeling;
Why did you choose Logic over me?
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