The morning sun bless
And warm sunlight caressed your cheek
I’m waiting for another miracle
I know it will happen
Our meeting is star crossed
Like a cherry blossom in the storm,
I believe in the tiniest chance
For the second encounter to exist
Look at the windmill in the prairie
And the secret trails of mountain paths
When we set sail for a new tomorrow
Find what lies beyond
Let our wings take us, fly
Hear, hear the wind sings
Isn’t it a sweet lullaby?
Heal our pains, erase our nightmares
Smell the grass and flowers
Wherever we go
No matter how far
We shall meet again
Someday somehow
There’s no such thing as goodbye
Melody~MyriadS
Label: poem
# written at Melody's desk | 04.37
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