When nights prevail relentless
Questions arise a quite few
Nostalgia rushes down deep
Memories being all about you.

When cold breeze brushes swift
Besides ocean bright and blue
The chills running down the spine
Reflects being touched by you.

When pages turn out blank
Words are phrased without any clue
Steering clear of all thoughts
Urges to write about you

When time flies by
And there is a dawn, new
Mind strives away from thoughts
But, heart still whispers about you.


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