Another
You cannot see
The sights enjoyed
By those who love.
You will look longer,
Study closely.
Colors still won't shine as bright
Or as delicious.
Nature's songs
Will lack the harmonies,
And breeze will simply blow
And not caress your flesh.
The showers just annoy.
They don't release
The fragrance of the flowers.
Air will have no peppery taste.
When every day
Is ordinary
It's time for you
To trip into
Another hopeless romance.
- 6/24/25
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