LETTER TO UNKNOWN
This morning I dreamt of you, I didn't remember your face, I don't have any clue, who are you. Pink dress, black eyes and your lips were red, It was raining and we were standing under a dark shed, You gripped my hand, pulled me closer, we kissed and from the other, we were feeling the rain. Moments with you are now my Shadow, they will never leave, Somewhere someday we will meet, I believe.
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