That was a windy day ,
A day filled with pray ,
No regret ,
No fidget .
Back in fifteen ,
That was the last seen ,
But that not the last team ,
Cause we still have our esteem .
The red soil was abandoned ;
In silence .
And the history will be repeated ,
For us but that not to be tested ;
One chance ,
For once .
Actually ,
It's for you to remember ,
As your own reminder .
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PoetryTrue love never dies . | Warning : Broken grammar detected | It's not the end . But when it comes to the reality , its must end . Nailed it : 10 March 2018 ; 1812 ; MS .
