@imanparisay
Eyes waiting at the bend of the road,
The anxieties of a pure and simple heart.
An open window and an autumn sunset,
A light drizzle on the wet street.
The memory of you knocks on my heart every tight sunset.
My share of being with you is the bitter sorrow of dusk.
Sunset has always been a sign of you for me.
For me, it’s a keepsake nothing else remains.
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