April 3, 2017
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A summery wind blows down these bewitching petals.
Like an imp, one sticks to your nose and there it settles.
You beam your winsome smile as I pluck it away.
While my heart skips a beat, and I gaze at you, my Shereemae.
A view like this we will hopefully see.
Not too far into the future, I guarantee.
But for now, let me just say,
Let's bask in these moments of places far far away.
