Those few days
And the number of times
The love that happened
In the sounds of the chimes
The sunlight, the moonlight
And the dusk
I want to capture your beauty
I know I must
The walks on the banks
The pebbles the fishes
The short boat rides
And coins granting wishes
The trees, the camera
and those pictures
Me standing against the pole
You too seemed merged
My love you are
A distant memory
Everytime I write
It creates a melody!
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