Sunday, July 25, 2010

Red and White

That face of yours
perpetually wears a smile.
Just like that bee
standing at that place.

The sun shone
when you said goodbye.
Life goes on
or so they say.

Still that face of yours
wears that smile.
Just like that bee
standing at that place.

And I'm here again
in the place we met.
Alone
waiting for you.

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