when the day comes to a close
and nothing's left
but a single rose
the last petal flies away
lightly like the summer's breeze
and lands, warmly on a
tall woman's arm
in another town
she wonder's who is out there
playing she loves me, loves me not
she stares, with longing brown eyes,
a far, faraway stare, the kind
that wants to end but won't
he approaches from the corner
and catches her eye
her stare becomes a smile
they stay like this for a while
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