The story unwinds itself
Beneath the looks of the moon
On the bridge
Came she
Just like the wind
I could feel every moment
Every single word
Was memory for me
Every single of her smile
Redefined the previous one
I was soaked deep
Into the charm
Oblivious of the fact
She, like the wind
Was gone
One day
I kept waiting down
Under the bridge
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