To: Alexandra
31-7-2008
once there was,
a fresh brewed coffee
served in a cafe
with a little tune being played
and a smell of watered leafs
What can one do,
to capture that feeling
of moments that are gone?
A small note that says,
I want you to hold me
Lying in the bed that evening
Whispering, I'll miss you,
And a clear morning afterwards
What can one do,
To capture that feeling
Of moments that are gone?
Time cant be revered
Or the past to be relived
We would have to somehow, meet again
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