Gentle breeze came flow to me,
From anxiety to let me free;
The days of joy I still remember,
As in memory, they stay forever.
One for whom what I had felt for,
Hadn’t happened to me before;
It is hard to say how did I feel,
There’s much true love that’s real.
There is just stress and strife,
Through the journey of life;
Memory reads you as if a book,
Can’t be freed by hook or crook.
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