The pleasant smell of petrichor
And a silvery voice of her,made me
To receive a flash from the past
With a hallucination of childhood moments;
Before you know what precious is,
You must have lost it
Happy smile and a heart of gold was a best pair,
When time moves like a wind
We should act like a dust,
One less traveled through;
In a different chic era, where
Your bestie changes like a climate
The calm lake is like a mirror
And that is she,like the moment goes
A splash of croaky voice-
Don't try to talk in the front of my back?!
A murder of engli(s) lang with a dirty slang.
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