Saturday, May 24, 2014

Passing by those streets

I have passed by these streets.
Then I did count each brick.
I remember each groove I skipped by.
I remember looking at people passing by.
remember their smiles, their love.
I see the water under the bridge.
The reflections never could blind watery eyes.
How I wished I never was here again.

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