A Strangle
As light felt on to her
My eyes locked into her radiance
Wind flows to our ears
But no one moved a inch
Like two rocks staring each other
Wind makes her hair dance like a child
Which makes me feel more spelled
Like the time stopped for us
The nature make us more close
My eye catches light from you
Like night catches light from the moon.
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