ringing in my head.
once more and again.
how would i find you,
when you appear once more?
perhaps this just isn't,
and not the right one.
how have i known,
and how will i be sure?
the rain brings the storm,
and wind - a hurricane?
when you whispered
all so silently and soft,
that it could very well,
perhaps have been
an imagination maybe.
i plead and i ask again,
but you turn away,
back to back with me,
could this perhaps,
be the best way to go?
say, the sky has cleared.
we walk away,
once more.
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