I walk along the cold cement hoping to find to her…
I go out to meet her
Turns out she’s everywhere
I walk along the cold cement hoping to find to her
She’s always been friendly to me
She’s cold as she passes me in teasing
I walk few feet further
And she speaks through the leaves
To let me know she’s still there
Her song rings whether I’m there or not
I’m just lucky enough to feel her on my skin
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