Inspiration

Leaves of bronze
A gentle breeze
The sound of rustling
Coming from the trees

A darkened sky
As common these days
A gust of wind
across my face

And i’m reminded..

of that night
of your silhoutte in the moonlight
of cobbled path and wobbling shoes
your gentle touch, your tender words

it wasn’t too long ago
yet it seems an eternity
a dream in reality
or nothing but a fantasy?

november rain..
when will you stop fallin..
i will never stop feeling
just the way i do..

it wasn’t long ago
when it all seemed true
it wasn’t long ago
being next to u..

sigh..

bring me back to the month of june
underneath the blue azure moon
bring me back, no moment’s too soon
forever, forever in the month of june

then, there wont ever be..
november rain
and september pain

Happy Birthday

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