We met on a brightly lit summer day

The clouds were rolling merrily over us

My hair was dancing in the smooth breeze

My heart was exhilarating mirthfully

We talked

Smiled

Strolled

The time was passing

Autumn came

Leaves were falling

A chilly wind was rushing fast

Murky firmament echoed my pain

I was forlorn

My heart was heavy

The smiles were fading away

We went on different paths

We never met again

It was our fate.

Poem by: Ishara Nimeshi

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