A Minute
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A MinuteStanding at the very place where I met you,Gazing into the open field,Listening to the leaves rustling,Breathing the smell of the dew on top of the grass.For a second, I could feel the warmth of your hand,Grazing my palm,The place which became our happy place.With my mind playing its game,Seeing you in front of me,Knowing that you are not here anymore,I try to call out your name. Only to find my tongue-tied,My breathing shallow,Tears welling up in my eyes,With little stren...
