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STORY OF A SUMMER EVE
I wandered all over,
At last,
Wait you near ‘Sculpture Park’
To have a glimpse
Of your personality,
And,
 Felt your emotion in the summer eve.
So many thoughts
With different images were
Floating in my mind
To know you.
Around me
Young mass was
 Chirping and talking
Like groups of different bird;
I was slowly entering
Into my lost time,
When I was just like you,
 A young fluttering butterfly,
Having a vision
To achieve my dream,
We had never met before;
But,
Look, I recognized you,
From the curve of the path
When you appeared
Like a small dot
In your black t-shirt
 With
Matching jeans.
We talked a lot
Like old bosom friend;
 Time passed,
Somebody painted
Black shade
Over the colorful eve sky;
I felt,
I should return back,
However, so many stories were there to talk,
So many questions were there,
 To be solved by the moments.
A strange solitary breeze
Marked our friendship
With special fragrance
What I felt
Eternal,
 and solid.
I bade bye
With a promise to meet again,
You turned and walked slowly
To touch your time,
With a heavy heart
I went to your opposite direction;
Summer eve was smiling
To write a poem of the event
Over the soft perfumed petals
Of just bloomed marigold
In our universe.
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