PERHAPS
Perhaps, someday, you will find me. You will find me in the scent of the mountains, when you will wake up in the lap of hills.
That day, as you will witness the first morning kiss of the snowy peak and the sun, your heart will melt, like how it did, when it met my smile,
for the first time.
You will then, hold your tea cup and stand in the balcony, to absorb the serenity, and soon, as you will feel the frosty breeze brushing your cheeks, you will close your eyes. You will veil your sight just to feel me holding your face with these chilly hands of mine, you'll hark back to.
And honey, you will smile.
And perhaps, that happy brook, you will take an evening walk with, will jog your memory with my loquacity and our laughter, just to fill your heart with a soothing bliss. And you will, again, close your eyes to take a deep breath, only to inhale this air, wearing my scent.
Just to feel my smile.
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