I was waiting behind the door for you
And I felt the warm air blew
As those delightful memories I once knew
Shows an unforgettable, beautiful view
Of us looking up to the sky so blue
And, of us holding hands as we grew;
Without knowing time moves and flew
As if everything was a product of the untrue
I remember our sweet youth memories, we value.
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RandomWords form into sentences and form into verses then put together into poems. Poetry may be only seem that way. But in reality this collection of poems enables you to visit and wonder into the mind of the poet. Where you will dive into those words th...
