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My story.
As I sit at the corner cafe out of the way,
away from the ocean, but close to the bay.
Spring flowers blossoming, aroma a scent
by a soft gentle wind a message was sent.
On the breeze was a perfume, from past afar
Of a lovely lady, who once lived in my past,
I am not worried, for the memory she lent,
When she was my true love, best of the best.
We would dance, dance, might have been a prance,
With onlookers giving us an extended glance.
As the wind changed, now blowing from west
with her beautiful scent, absent she went.
Now the wind is from the west, little harder at best,
In the breeze there’s a sound, a beat then a rest,
Do I believe my ears, to hear what it was bringing?
A female soprano singing, the melody a ringing.
Gentle like from above, flying on a winged dove,
Singing like an angel, whispering words of love,
A song from when a lad, not yet exceedingly bad,
Before I broke her heart, made her all to sad,
And forever her love is gone, and I now I’m alone.
Sitting here on the corner out of the way,
away from the ocean, but close to the bay.
waiting for the wind to change direction,
maybe the wind will come from the east
sending me on another adventure another dream.